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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53264 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 16: The Present of Knowledge
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The next morning the mood was still tense. Sirius and Remus sat across from him, looking very uncomfortable. Harry assumed that they had realized, what cruel things they had said to him, because the two Marauders seemed positively devastated, but this time he would not make it any easier for them.
"Hey, do you want to eat this?" Ron pointed at his plate, which was still untouched. Harry smiled at his friend and shoved the plate over. Bill had come by that morning and the breakfast was not enough with one Weasley added.
"Um Harry, can I ask you something?" Hermione looked slightly nervous, but determined nonetheless to ask her question. She always got a bit irritated when a question nagged her for too long and she couldn't find an answer to it herself.
"Sure, Mione," He answered, taking a blood drop from his pocket before popping it into his mouth.
"Since your inheritance...you seem to avoid meals...are you on a special diet?"
Harry nearly choked on his bonbon and Ron pat his back in an attempt to help him. When the offending candy was back in his mouth he reminded himself that there were lots of magical creatures, who were on a special diet. Like fairies, who only ate sweet fruits or Dementors who needed souls to live. But his diet was probably the most gruesome one after souls.
"Yeah, kind of," he admitted.
Hermione nodded: "I thought so. But are you sure you eat enough of whatever it is? You really are worrisomely skinny."
"I do, you really don't need to worry." Harry lowered his voice until only Hermione could hear him and then whispered: "Do you remember what you told Ron and I about the beauty ideal of some creatures?"
Hermione nodded slowly.
"Let's just say that my mate considers me very beautiful." He wasn't exactly sure how beautiful other vampires would find him; it could possibly be that he was only average, but that Lucius appreciated his body so much had to mean something; at least, he thought so.
Hermione beamed at him: "I am so happy for you, really. You deserve this," she said honestly.
At that moment Dumbledore swept in wearing a horrible yellow and orange robe, a bright smile on his face and his eyes twinkling as merrily as ever.
"Good morning everybody," the headmaster greeted and sat down between Sirius and Arthur.
"Here again Albus?" Molly asked, sounding a bit astonished.
"Yes, I find myself with a lot of free time, since I am no longer the Head of the Order." Harry watched Dumbledore lean back in his chair and was happy to see that the headmaster looked as cheerful as he remembered him from his first three school years. Only now did he realize how much a toll the excessive work had taken on the man. Sure Albus was still very powerful, still an excellent duellist and as feared as ever, but the long days had probably been straining. How old was the man anyway? 150 or even older?
"What brings you here?" Arthur said and piled some of his own breakfast on Dumbledore's plate, which the wizard took gratefully.
"I am here to speak to Harry."
"About what?" Harry asked curiously.
"About the Order, I know you are the head now, but I thought maybe you would appreciate some help in the beginning and I have a proposal for you. Only if you would like it, of course," Dumbledore said and put some bacon into his mouth.
"Thanks," Harry said and took a sip of his pumpkin juice so as not to just sit stupidly at the breakfast table. He would have liked to talk to his mate a bit, but Lucius was currently sitting too far away.
"What do you think does he will want to talk about?" Ron asked between two bites of food.
"You mean the proposal? I have no idea," Harry said and shrugged. "I only hope he will not take as long as Lucius when I leave the kitchen, your sister was a bit...persistent."
Ron flushed: "Still?"
"Yeah, I think if she doesn't stop soon, dad will be really angry," Harry sighed and his best friend made a face: "It sounds so odd, hearing you call Snape dad. But it would sound odd regardless of who calls him dad."
Harry snickered: "I guess so. Eventually you will see why I can call him my dad so easily."
"Yeah, sure."
Harry noticed his godfather and Remus follow their conversation closely, but he didn't let anything show; maybe it would help them come around to hear some of his stories.
"He wants to help me with my Potions class, I don't know how yet, but hopefully I will get better," Harry told Ron and Hermione.
"That is nice of him, there is a lot you do not understand after all," Hermione said.
"Then I wish you good luck, man. I really could use some help from you if he succeeds to get some stuff about potions into your head," Ron snickered.
"I will try my best. While we are talking about Severus, I wanted to ask you something Hermione," he said and turned to face the girl who was sitting on his right. Sometimes it was a inconvenience to always be the one who sat in the middle.
"Sure, if I can help you, I will," she said and smiled at him.
Harry's eyes shifted to his father and thought better of it: "Maybe it is better if I ask you later, we have fairly keen hearing and I didn't want him to overhear."
"Ok, just ask me later in our room," she said.
Dumbledore rose then and searched for his eyes.
"Is the garden ok?" he asked and stood up himself.
"The garden sounds perfect," Dumbledore replied with a smile and they left the kitchen together. He saw Ginny following him with her eyes, but the warning looks of his father, his two best friends and her own mother simultaneously, luckily kept the youngest Weasley in place.
Outside in the garden he went over to the old tree once again that stood there. The sun was still very strong and even though it could not kill him anymore, his skin still started to itch rather quickly; maybe he should try to get some sunscreen.
Dumbledore sat down in the soft grass, a content look on his face. "I have to thank you my boy. I didn't notice how stressful my life had become until you forced me to give some of my duties up; or maybe my life has not become more stressful, but I merely older."
Somehow, Harry felt very thankful about this conversation.
"To be honest, I need to do this, but I kind of feel bad about it sometimes. You were always a brilliant leader, like you are a brilliant headmaster, and I really appreciate your help," he confessed.
"You were right that evening in my office and we can still work together. I always was of the opinion that the added talents and intelligence of a group brings the best results and I would like to offer you my help as a mentor even though I am aware that you have at least two very powerful mentors already," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled even brighter and for a moment Harry was tempted to ask the man how much he knew about him and Lucius, but then decided against it.
"My mentor?" he asked instead, wanting to know if Dumbledore actually meant an official apprenticeship for him.
"Yes. I realized that your role in this war is even greater than I imagined, but due to your age, you still lack many years of experience. I have not only fought Tom countless times, but have seen him growing into the Dark Lord he now is; besides those reason, I can offer you knowledge which you will find in no library."
Harry thought about it for a moment. Dumbledore sounded reasonable and his arguments were all very good but he feared that the old wizard might try to use this opportunity to start meddling in his life again. As an apprentice he would have to listen to Dumbledore more closely. As if reading his thoughts, Albus said:
"You would still be the leader of the Order and the Heir to Hogwarts. You might not realize it yet, but with the social standing you have gained, you will be able to refuse any of my requests if they sound unreasonable to you."
Harry's eyes wandered through the garden, still not sure if this was a good idea. His gaze landed on the highest window of Grimmauld Place and he saw a tall. blonde figure leaning out of it. Apparently Lucius had gone up to listen to his and Dumbledore's conversation and probably to keep an eye on him. As their eyes met, his mate gave a short nod and Harry focused back on Dumbledore.
"Would we need a contract?" he asked and Dumbledore's eyes brightened.
"No, a binding spell will do."
Harry's gaze flashed up to Lucius once more and seeing the aristocrat nod again he said: "If you won’t start meddling too much in my life again, then I would like to become your apprentice."
"I will promise you to try my best. If I overstep the line, just come and tell me, my boy," Dumbledore replied easily and pulled out his wand. He held his left hand open in front of Harry and Harry placed his right one in Dumbledore's.
"I will use a common binding for apprenticeships. The relationship of a mentor and a apprentice is like the relationship to a Private Tutor. Basically, it is not very different to a normal student-teacher relationship, but more personal. It allows us both more liberty," Dumbledore explained.
Harry nodded in agreement and Dumbledore tipped their joined hands with his wand, mumbling a long incantation. He felt a quick tingle and then the spell was done.
"Now I have another proposal offer to make, or advice as your mentor," Dumbledore leaned back against the tree trunk before continuing: "Harry, you still need to learn a lot and of course I could teach you everything the common way. But the time it would take you to finish with your education, you would probably be nearly as old as I am and I fear that you will have not that much time."
Harry nodded; he had feared something like this for years and factually felt relieved that Dumbledore finally breached the topic: "I don't think so either. Voldemort knows that I am the only one who stands in his way; he won't give me a hundred years or so," Harry flushed as he realized what he had just said and started to stutter: "I mean, not that you are old or anything like that... well you are... but... how old are you actually?"
Dumbledore chuckled and saved him from further embarrassment: "I will celebrate my 180th birthday this year."
"Oh," Harry coughed, thinking that the headmaster was even more ancient than he had thought. A soft snicker reached his ears and as he looked up, he saw Lucius looking at him in amusement, whilst his father, who had joined the man at the window, lifted one of his eyebrows. Clearing his throat he asked: "What advice do you have for me?"
Dumbledore sighed: "I would like you to take part in a Knowledge Ritual."
"A what?" Harry asked, having never heard about something like that.
"A Knowledge Ritual. You select a group of wizards and witches to transfer their knowledge about a certain topic to the recipient. It is only possible with one topic, because otherwise your brain would not be able to handle it, but it would speed your education up a lot. After the magic has settled, I would only have to teach you the perfect timing and when to use a spell correctly, but not the spell itself."
"And we would do that with DADA?" Harry inquired, picking at some grass by his feet.
"Yes. You would get the knowledge about everything that is remotely related to the Defence Against the Dark Arts."
Harry looked up again, this ritual sounded like the dream of every student, but he knew far too little to make a decision. But when he looked up and saw not only his mate, but also his father nod encouragingly, he asked: "Who would...give me their knowledge? Only you?"
Dumbledore shook his head: "As I told you, teamwork is always the best option. I already talked with a few people and besides myself Severus, Sirius, Remus and Kingsley have offered their support. They all have very good basic knowledge and their own, individual area of expertise. Kingsley is the Head Auror as you know; he is not only good with Defensive and Offensive Magic, but also with Battle Strategy. Remus knows a lot about Dark Creatures and such, Sirius had been an Auror himself and Severus and I know a lot about the more obscure sides of defence."
Harry's eyes widened, his father had known about this? Why hadn't he told him anything? Was this his understanding of a nice surprise? A present? Well, it was like a valuable gift that had just been offered to him. But even more surprising was that Sirius and Remus would take part in the ritual as well. He wanted to ask Dumbledore about it, but was scared to hear that they were only willing to help because the old wizard had pressured them into it, so instead he inquired:
"When will we do the ritual?"
"This afternoon. Kingsley will fly over when he has finished his work at the ministry. Everybody else is already present," Dumbledore stood up again and then gave Harry a hand to help him. Harry took the old hand, even though it really was not necessary, especially since his transformation. He was in better shape than ever.
"I will go back to Ron and Hermione then," he said and they walked inside together. As soon as he had set a foot on the stairs, which lead up to their shared room, Ron's head peeked around the corner.
"How was the talk? What did he want?"
Harry rolled his eyes: "Let me get into our room first," he said and quickened his space.
"Really Ron, can’t you even wait a minute?" Hermione asked from inside their room. When he entered he saw his brainy friend sitting on her cot, reading ahead in their newest Charms textbook. "It really worries me that I cannot do some preparations for DADA," she commented, closing her book.
"Don't worry, you will probably keep up with the ministry teacher easily, if he or she will teach us anything at all," Harry sat and flopped down on his own bed. Justitius was hanging on his golden perch, but opened one eye when he heard Harry's voice and fluttered over to him. Nagini, who lay on his bed behind him hissed a bit irritably at the hyper active bat and buried her head under her long body.
"If he or she doesn't teach us anything, then this office journal will be really bad for us. With a proper school book we could at least learn on our own," she huffed.
"Calm down, Hermione," Ron said. "I want to hear what Dumbledore wanted."
"I am his apprentice now," Harry grinned, shocking his two best friends.
"You are kidding, mate!" Ron exclaimed, not thinking about what he said. Only when Harry started to growl lowly did he look up. Harry really hated his natural reactions sometimes; Ron really was no threat to his relationship, but he still reacted extremely.
"Oh sorry, forget what I just said," Ron stuttered hastily, looking at Harry with concern. Meanwhile Harry had his eyes closed and tried to calm his annoyed submissive down. "It is okay Ron," he said, even though he still had his eyes shut tightly. "It's just that for me it feels as if you want to threaten my relationship."
His friend made a face, which he didn't see and tried to reassure him: "I would never want to take the place of your mate, that would just be...gross and awkward and I am sure that your mate would kill me."
Harry actually snickered at his comment: "You would not live very long, my mate can be scary."
"All women can, let me tell you this as someone who has grown up with a sister and her female friends," Ron laughed and Harry joined him, wondering what Lucius would say if he could hear them talk. But then again, somehow Ron's description fit the arrogant aristocrat.
"So, you are Dumbledore's apprentice now?" Hermione brought their conversation back on track.
"Yeah, he wants to teach me so that I will be able to defeat Voldemort. I already have some ideas about what I have to do, but none on how to achieve it, so I agreed."
Hermione sighed dreamily: "What I wouldn't give to get such a mentor someday."
"Please Hermione, you sound as if you are in love with the man!" Ron put his hands to his ears in an attempt to cover them. Hermione only huffed and replied: "I am only in love with his level of knowledge. He must have seen and read so many things."
"I will just pretend that I didn't just hear that!" Ron said loudly and started to hum in order to block out their conversation.
Harry rolled his eyes at the antics at his redheaded friend and pulled one hand from a ear: "Do you want to hear the rest as well, or are you too traumatized to listen?"
Ron instantly stopped humming and dropped his other hand as well.
"I will take part in a Knowledge Ritual to speed up my education in DADA."
For a short moment Harry thought that Hermione would faint on the spot. "A Knowledge Ritual? That is a dream come true! Why do you get such an opportunity and I don't?"
Harry smirked: "Maybe because I have to kill an evil, crazy Dark Lord and you don’t?"
"I know, but it's still unfair. Promise me that you will tell me everything you learn through the ritual;" she commanded.
"Mione, if Dumbledore only even picks remotely competent wizards, he will not be able to tell you everything," Ron sounded exasperated. "Who will take part in it anyway?"
"Albus, my father, Sirius, Remus and Kingsley," Harry counted.
"You will defeat the evil snake in no time!"
"Kingsley will fly over this afternoon, I guess Albus wants to do it before we have to go to Hogwarts," Harry mused and picked Merlin's book from his nightstand before continuing reading. The book was very interesting and he didn't notice the time fly by until a soft knock came from the door.
"What is it mum?" Ron asked loudly, since it was usually Molly who knocked to fetch them for some cleaning, but the person who stepped in was not Mrs. Weasley. Ron nearly fell from his bed as he saw Severus enter. "Snape!" he squeaked in shock at seeing the nightmare of their last four years enter the room.
Harry chuckled at the amused smirk that threaten to curve his father's lips, but the man loved his reputation as evil Potions Professor too much to let it actually happen. "Kingsley is here," he said and held the door open for Harry. "Do you want to watch?" Harry asked and Hermione instantly jumped up. Rom merely shrugged, but followed nonetheless.
"Why didn't you tell me about Albus' plan?" Harry asked on his way down.
"I saw no need. This ritual will be beneficial and I thought it would be a nice surprise. You probably could go to the ministry tomorrow and take your DADA NEWTs when we are finished.
"How long will it take?" Harry asked curiously.
"At least 45 minutes per person, longer if someone recites the spell slowly," his father answered. Harry's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets: "But that’s almost 5 hours!"
"Indeed," Severus drawled.
"Sorry, Harry, but please don't be mad if I don't stay with you the whole time," Ron said from behind him.
When Harry entered the living room, he first noticed his mate sitting casually on the couch, seemingly reading. Then he saw the pentagram drawn on the floor, encircled by a Rune Circle. Harry was able to recognize some of the runes, but not all of them. A small group of people stood gathered around the circle and was waiting for him. Sirius and Remus still didn't meet his eyes, but they were there, ready to offer him their knowledge and that was enough for the moment. The whole Weasley family was there as well and Harry started to feel like an especially interesting animal in a zoo.
"Ah, Harry," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Please take off your upper clothing and kneel down in the middle of the pentagram," the headmaster instructed him. Harry took off his red jacket he was wearing today and placed it over the armchair across from Lucius and hurried to get out of his waistcoat and white button down as well.
Kingsley watched him with interest peeling all the layers from his body, but Harry had not expected the gasp that came from everybody with the exception of his friends, his mate and his father; even Dumbledore looked at him in shock.
Oh by Merlin! This really was getting annoying! Sighing inwardly, he cursed his new figure. Looking down at himself he tried to figure out what bothered them so much, but after so many days as a vampire, it became more and more difficult to think like a human. The only thing he saw was that his ribs stuck out nicely and his skin was beautifully pale, as he tenderly traced his right index finger over his ribcage.
"Beautiful, aren't I?" he asked dreamily, not sounding like himself and not seeing the confused looks the others gave him. He wished he could take off his glamours so that they all could see his beauty completely.
He started at the thought. That the others could see his complete beauty, he echoed his own thoughts in his head. Did he really want that? Wasn't his body only meant for Lucius? Suddenly the quiet voice of his instincts told him that yes, his body was only for Lucius to touch and to caress, but that he could very well show himself off, that he could show the others how beautiful he was and what they never would get.
Unconsciously his eyes snapped up to Lucius and he saw hunger and lust flicker in his mate’s eyes for a second, before it was carefully hidden again. As he turned his head back to the group of gaping people, he saw that his father wore a peculiar expression himself. It was not hunger or lust, but pride at the sight of his beautiful son, because beauty was power in the vampire world, especially for submissive’s who lack physical strength.
Hoping that the gaping would stop if he moved, he entered the Rune Circle, kneeled down and asked: "What now?"
Dumbledore was the first who snapped out of it. He pulled a long, silver dagger, decorated with emeralds from one of his many pockets and said: "I fear we will have to shave your hair off for the ritual, but one of us will be able to re-grow it for you after we are done," the man turned to Severus and said: "The person closest to the recipient has to do the preparations."
"But I am his closest person!" Protested Sirius suddenly and made a step forward, as if he wanted to snatch the dagger out of Dumbledore's hand. Sad, blue eyes fixed on the animagus and said: "Sirius, Severus is Harry's father and after your hurtful words I am sure that he does not consider you his closest person right now."
Sirius fixed pleading eyes on him, but Harry avoided his gaze. Even a few days ago, Sirius would not have been his closest person anymore. Currently his mate and father shared this position equally, but Sirius had hurt him too much and the wounds were not yet healed. He glanced at his mate from the corner of his eyes, watching the strong body casually sitting on the sofa and wished that Lucius could take part in the ritual as well; but they could not tell anybody how close they actually were. And even if they could have, there still would be no need. Malfoy Manor already provided him with everything Lucius knew as well.
A sobbing sound pulled him from his musing and as he turned his eyes back to Sirius, he saw tears glittering in his godfather’s eyes. His heart hurt at the sight and he suddenly had to fight his own tears. They had always been so close, why had their relationship changed so much? Would they someday be close again? He desperately hoped so.
Luckily his father stepped in front of him then, blocking his view and silver dagger in hand. Warm finger lifted his face up and he was forced to look into the face of his father, who looked at him reassuringly. A thumb caressed his cheek briefly and then the dagger was carefully placed at his left temple.
As he saw black locks fall to the floor, Harry wondered when his father had learned to shave so well with a dagger, but maybe every Potions Master was talented with knives; they had to chop and slice all the time after all. His head was bare within minutes, somehow, Harry felt very naked and exposed. Even though Ron and Hermione liked to make fun about his unruly mop, he liked his hair very much. It fit his personality and gave him a slightly naughty look.
Within a minute his hair was gone and his father gave the dagger back to Dumbledore, who handed him a bowl instead. Severus locked eyes with him, giving him a warning look, before he stepped in front of him again. For a moment Harry wondered about what he should be cautious about, but then the strong smell of blood hit him and invaded his nostrils.
His nostrils flared and he dug his nails into his leg to keep himself from moving. This was not as good smelling as Lucius blood by far, but his body would appreciate some tasty snack regardless. It smelled like a mixture of Sirius, Remus, his father, Kingsley and Albus. When he spotted the brush in the bowl, Harry knew that this ritual would turn out to be a test of his willpower. A small, distressed mewl escaped his lips, too silent for the human ears of his friends to hear. Lucius answered with a soothing purr and Harry closed his eyes for a moment to calm down again. When he trusted himself that he would not jump up at any moment, he opened his eyes again. His father had obviously waited for him, because he hadn't moved yet.
"Your father will now draw several runes on your skin," Dumbledore explained from the background and Harry nodded. He watched Severus swirl the brush through the blood for a second, before it was placed against his forehead. "Defence," his father said, whilst drawing a symbol with a fluid motion. Then he placed the brush on his right temple and said: "Severus Tobias Snape." He shifted a bit to reach Harry's left temple and the next name added was " Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The runes on his skin made a circle around his head by now and Severus stepped behind him, before the cool sensation of the blood appeared on his neck. "Sirius Orion Black." Remus' name was written down between his shoulder blades, with Kingsley's just below and his own name stretched down from the small of his back to his hips.
The now empty bowl was placed on the coffee table and the five wizards each stepped on a point of the pentagram-star. They lifted their wands and with an unspoken command all of them started the incantation, but magic seemed to flow only from Severus’ wand.
Harry sat there patiently and listened intensely to find any pattern. The spell was obviously in Latin and he could understand most of it. From the corner of his eyes he watched Ron and Hermione from time to time. His redheaded friend quickly looked bored, but Hermione made the impression that she was watching a very interesting movie. Lucius was still ‘reading’, or pretending to at least. Harry could feel his intense gaze on his skin and he could only imagine how much his dominant had to restrain himself to allow the others to perform magic on him. Harry hadn't thought about it before, but knew it seemed logical. As he inhaled, he could smell a worrisome mixture of jealousy and worry for him in the air.
After about half an hour the incantation started from the beginning and his father stopped his flow of magic, only to be replaced by Albus'. When the old wizard was half way through, Harry's legs started to tingle because of his position on the floor and he started to get bored. Sighing, he told himself that this was a gift for him and that he only had to get through three and a half more hours, before they would be finished.
The magic around him thickened with every passing minute and by the time Remus added his magic, Harry could actually feel the pressure on his body. He wondered how a wizard would feel who didn’t have the fortune of a creature’s enhanced body. The most pressure came from Dumbledore of course. The Headmaster’s magical signature was so heavy in the air that it nearly seemed to overpower all the other signatures and Harry was sure that he could actually taste it on his tongue; it tasted like sweet lemons and Harry had to think about Albus' favourite candy, the lemon drops. His vampire instincts perked up with interest, and for a short moment, he wondered whether the man's blood would taste like lemon drops as well. Shaking the scary thought from his head, he concentrated back on his mate, who was still watching him.
After Kingsley had finished, the group around him joined their magic together for a last round on reciting. Harry wanted to groan, his legs hurt and he wasn't sure if he would be able to stand up. Ron had by now fallen asleep in one of the armchairs and even his mate looked slightly bored, even though he was still watching him closely.
Suddenly the mumbling stopped and his father, Albus, Sirius, Remus and Kingsley stepped out of the Rune Circle. Harry jumped a bit in surprise. "Are we finished?"
Dumbledore chuckled: "We are, my dear boy."
Harry wanted to stand up, but Severus motioned for him to keep sitting and in the next moment, he was lifted into his arms. Harry was glad for the help, because a moment later his legs started to tingle again, as the blood rushed back into them and he was sure that he would have fallen if he had been standing right now. Looking around, he saw that the participants all looked a bit exhausted, with the exception of Dumbledore of course, who had so much magic, that two hours of constant spell work was likely nothing for him. His father looked fairly fine as well, probably due to his vampire genes which made him more resilient.
"Severus, you should give Harry some Sleeping Potion," Dumbledore advised, but when Severus turned to leave Harry and him were stopped by Sirius: "Where are you taking him?"
"Into my room. He has slept there before and someone should watch over him," his father replied coldly.
Harry could feel the tension rising in the room when Sirius narrowed his eyes.
"Dad, couldn't I just sleep down here on the sofa? That way, everybody can watch over me?" he asked quickly. The last thing he needed was an argument right now. He could already feel the ritual getting to work and his head felt heavier with every passing second.
"Please?" he whined and Severus’ eyes snapped down to his. With a nod he was carried over to the sofa and laid down, his legs draped over his mate’s lap. Harry smiled thankfully at his father, who smiled back softly, before making his way down to his Potions Lab.
"Hey Malfoy, get the hell off of the couch," Sirius stepped in front of Harry and glared down at the nobleman. Lucius didn't even look up from his book: "I do not think so. Being the leader of a bunch of Halfbloods and Muggleborns does not make someone special in any way," his mate drawled.
Sirius started to growl: "Finally showing your true colours, Malfoy?"
"Because I have seen the error of the Dark Lord's ways, doesn't mean that my beliefs have changed. I only realized that this man would be an even worse alternative to the stupid morons we currently have. At least Fudge and his minions are easily...’influenced’."
Harry would have intervened in the argument, but by now his head was swirling with bits and pieces of information and flashes of pictures that took his vision for few seconds. He felt as if he was watching a long movie at a crazy high speed. He groaned and that seemed enough to snap the two older men out of their bickering.
"I really can't understand why Harry lets you stay here," Sirius muttered, before sitting down in the armchair next to the still sleeping Ron. Hermione was watching him worriedly; she had probably read about the effects the ritual would have on Harry somewhere and was biting her bottom lip nervously.
Suddenly his father was sitting down next to him and lifted his head into his lap. Harry watched him staring at a small basket full of Potion Vials, thinking intensely.
"What are you waiting for, Snape?" Sirius asked.
"Be quiet, mutt, I need to calculate how much Potion Harry needs," Severus said and started to put a whole row of Potions on the coffee table.
"I hope you do not intent to give him all of these; that would kill him" Sirius said with a threatening undertone in his voice, making the Potions Master sigh in annoyance.
"Harry is not human anymore. I have not yet had enough time to brew the basic Potions for him with the potency he needs now. I assure you Black, it will not kill him."
Harry turned his head to see how many vials the men were talking about. To his horror he saw 19 vials standing in front of him. Severus uncorked all of them before lifting the first one to his lips. Normally he hated taking any kind of Potions, but he was too exhausted to argue right now and he would only get into trouble with his mate if he even tried. He cringed at the bitter taste, but didn't complain. It seemed to take forever until his father lifted the last vial to his lips.
"Only half of it," he instructed.
As soon as Harry had swallowed the last gulp, he felt his eyes getting heavy. Snuggling deeper into his father's robes, he drifted off.
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Lucius watched Severus conjure a heavy comforter. Neither of them needed a blanket anymore, but it would not do for his friend to leave the impression of not caring for his son well enough and it would not bode well for Black to notice Harry's motionless chest either, which was a high possibility with the way the man was staring at his godson; as if he feared that one of them would stab Harry in his sleep, the aristocrat scoffed inwardly.
He pondered about the last couple of days as he watched his sleeping submissive from the corner of his eyes. Living at the headquarters was different to anything he had imagined. The Order Members almost felt like a big family, a family fighting currently, but a family nonetheless.
Regardless of his personal distaste for the redheaded horde, the mutt, the wolf and the crazy old fool, he had to admit that they were all very loyal to Harry, especially Harry's friends.
Lucius believed that it had not sunk in with most of the Order Members that Harry was indeed now their leader and he was curious as to how they will react when Harry starts to make changes. Harry would have to think about reorganization soon; Lucius believed that his little mate knew this as well, but he could not blame the child, considering how eventful the last few days had been.
The mutt really was a nuisance. Severus had told him about his conversation with the wolf and mutt, where he and Harry had told them about their relationship. Both had said hurtful things, but the wolf at least had been silent the last days, whilst the mutt continued to aggravate Harry at every given opportunity. He had wanted to rip the dog's head from his shoulders when he had started the stupid bickering after the ritual. Harry had been exhausted and instead of just falling asleep, his little mate had to listen to his godfather's stupidity once again.
Taking another look at Harry, he had to admit that, despite the unpleasant company and the inhuman living arrangements, his stay at Grimmauld Place was nice enough. Harry had gained a seductive streak. He assumed that the small vampire had not even realized it most of the time, but his slim hips moved alluringly with every step and he often did little things that showed off his most seductive attributes, like bending down, exposing more of the delicious skin on his backside. He never mentioned it to his young mate, but whenever the boy bent down particular low, he exposed enough of his thighs to see them forming into those soft buttocks.
Just before the ritual had started, Lucius had noticed that Harry had become aware of another kink of their kind: their love of ‘exposure’.
For vampires, sex was not only a method of socialization, but also a way to hunt their prey. Apparently, just because he and Harry had no need to hunt, did not mean that those instincts were not there. Vampires do not only hunt on their own, they also enjoy to seduce their prey in groups as well, that put plainly means that they enjoy sexual activities in fairly public settings, like an open living room. Besides, even though blood from others did not sustain them, didn't mean that it tastes bad either; it was like humans: they ate chocolate because they liked it and not because they needed the sugar to survive.
Maybe someday in the future, he and Harry would be able to act freely on their instincts. Lucius smirked at the thought of fucking his Harry in front of all his skittish friends. He would like to find out how the mutt would look if he saw him driving his thick flesh into Harry's tight arse. A tingle in his lower stomach warned him that he had better chang the topic of his wandering thoughts soon.
"What are you thinking about, Lucius?" Severus’ silent voice interrupted him suddenly.
"I am thinking about shocking the hell out of this stupid mutt and his little pet wolf," Lucius drawled.
"And that thought has you aroused?" Severus lifted one of his black eyebrows.
Lucius smirked: "It has."
His friend huffed: "I saw the looks you and my son exchanged earlier; it seems that your instincts developed nicely. It surely would be an interesting sight to see."
"You are surprisingly at ease with the thought of me taking your son here on the coffee table in front of everybody," he commented.
Now his friends lips quirked in a smirk as well: "I am a vampire myself and even though I didn't seem to have developed any sexual needs, my instincts are well functioning."
Lucius frowned. Did Severus really have no sexual desires? Maybe it was logical; he himself only had the desire to sleep with his little submissive, be it in private or in a more public setting, but he lacked the desire to take other vampires or humans to his bed, like unmated vampires did. And Severus had lost his mate after all.
Watching his sleeping mate’s face, Lucius thought that it was worth waiting for Harry. Harry already deeply trusted him and he could see that the child would join him in every game he would suggest.
"That really was amazing!" The Granger girl was just coming back inside the living room. After the ritual she had helped Molly Weasley carry the empty bowl with the mixed blood and the 18 empty Potions Vials to the kitchen. The girl was practically radiating with enthusiasm; how sickening.
"I could even feel the magic from where I was sitting," she said to the old fool, who stepped in behind her. Dumbledore chuckled and replied: "The magic was quite heavy indeed. Harry will have a wide variety of spells to choose from in his fight against Voldemort. Especially, if he gains some more knowledge that none of the Order Members can provide," The bushy haired girl frowned in irritation, but Lucius could feel the twinkling gaze of the headmaster settling on him.
Apparently the rumours about Dumbledore knowing everything held more truth than he had ever thought, but as long as the old fool remained silent he would not worry about it. If Dumbledore was as intelligent as rumoured, the wizard would know that he was no longer a threat to Harry.
"I am really curious about what Harry will know all about after he wakes up," the girl rambled on and Lucius suppressed an annoyed sigh. Regardless of her loyalty, how could his mate stand this witch day in and day out? He would have killed her with a convenient spell long ago already.
Carefully, he slipped one of his hands beneath the heavy comforter and laid it down on Harry's thigh. Severus had summoned a book, but it was obvious that the man was annoyed by the constant chattering of the Mudblood as well.
"I honestly do not envy you, my friend," he drawled.
Huffing, the dark wizard replied: "Both of us will see more of Harry's little friends than we ever wished for. You will not be spared of them either. Let me tell you, the golden trio is nearly inseparable."
"I fear you may be right."
"I wish you a good evening, Professor." The floo flared and Dumbledore disappeared into the flames, finally shutting the annoying witch up. She went over to the armchair Harry's redheaded friend slept in, quite soundly by now, and started to shake his shoulder. Lucius watched in slight amusement as the girl tried to wake the snoring boy, until she gave up after about five minutes. With a huff she disappeared into the library, only to come back a moment later with a book.
Within the next half an hour the mutt, the wolf and nearly the entire Weasley clan returned as well. They had eaten after the long ritual, but now seemed determined to protect their sleeping hero from the evil Death Eater. Not Severus, of course.
The Weaslette had chosen a place from where she could watch Harry's peaceful face and was now smiling dreamily.
"If she does even one inappropriate thing again, I will have to have a serious conversation with Molly and Arthur," Severus growled next to him.
"Protective, are we?" asked Lucius amusedly.
"No one threatens the mating bond of my son," Severus merely replied.
They fell silent again and Lucius concentrated back on the conversations around him:
"He really looks exhausted," Mrs. Weasley sighed, a worried look at her face.
"This ritual is already very straining without a wizard like Dumbledore taking part in it," the werewolf replied.
"I am sure he would look much better, if he wasn't forced to sleep in the laps of those...’Slytherins’," the mutt commented.
"You should accept Harry's choice of friends and the fact that he is happy with Professor Snape as his father or you will lose him." The Mudblood was more intelligent than Lucius had given her credit for.
"I know, I know, but it is difficult. He is heading right into danger and he doesn't even see it," the dog replied.
"Maybe, maybe not; all we can do is be there for him and protect him if you turn out to be right," the girl said, not once looking up from her book, still reading while conversing. That was something he himself could not do, but then again, he was a man and men were not prone to multitasking.
The afternoon went by in the same fashion. Harry didn't even stir once. When it became later, the others slowly went to bed, only Severus, himself and the annoying mutt remained in the living room. They watched over Harry the whole night and the whole next day, not leaving his side once. Lucius had to give his mate’s godfather at least some credit, he clearly was concerned about his godson and only left the room quickly to fetch something to eat or visit the loo. Severus and he would sometimes go to the bathroom as well to keep up appearances, but not as often. Granger and Weasley had left for the night, but settled down in their armchairs the next morning.
Severus had checked on Harry numerous times, but it was difficult to find any symptoms in a vampire and they just assume, that the boy had drifted off into a natural sleep. Only in the morning two days later, Harry started to stir slowly. The first sign that his beloved submissive was coming around was the increasing movements behind his closed eyelids.
"He is awakening," He said and instantly everybody around them was on their feet.
"Oh, finally, I had started to get worried!" Hermione exclaimed and the mutt growled, "And I was so close to accusing Snivellus of murderer!"
Severus got up: "Not so close, I need some space to check him over!" his friend snapped and kneeled down next to his son's head. In the next moment they noticed that they were lucky that the view to Harry was blocked by Severus’ figure, when Harry's eyes flew open and starving, as unglamoured and bright red eyes settled on Lucius. Lucius reacted quickly: When Harry wanted to sit up and lunge at his throat, he pressed his submissive down with a hand on his small chest, trying to not look too strained; but Harry, drained as he was, was more powerful than he had thought possible.
"Do something," Lucius hissed to Severus, who quickly conjured a vial made from non-transparent black glass and tipped the back of his hand. Lucius could feel the blood leave his body, as it filled the vial. As soon as the vial was filled, he prepared a second one and then pressed one of them to Harry's lips.
Harry opened his mouth eagerly. He groaned in hunger when the first drop of blood entered his mouth as he started to gulp the liquid down. The groan developed to a moan, as Lucius’ blood started to have the typical effect on his little submissive.
"Snivellus, what are you giving him?" Sirius bellowed, but they paid the animagus no attention. Lucius literally had his hands full as he pressed Harry down, trying to make him seem motionless, whilst his other hand sneaked under the blanket to give his desperate submissive some relief.
"Stop it!" the dog bellowed again, and one hand landed on Severus shoulders, but the man didn't even budge an inch as Black tried to pull him away from his ‘hurting’ godson.
"You stupid dog! Harry needs this! Severus snapped and dropped the first vial to the floor, replacing it with the second.
Lucius saw Harry's friends worrying their lips, but apparently they trusted Severus more with the life of their best friends than everybody else in the room.
Meanwhile, he had opened Harry's shorts and his fingers grabbed the base of Harry's small cock to give him some relief, safely hidden under the blanket.
The wolf was growling in the background, as worried about the godson of his mate as Black himself was, but Arthur Weasley held him back: "Lupin, calm down, Severus is a loyal member of the Order, we can trust him," the Weasley patriarch said sternly, but Lupin did not even seem to hear him as he bared his teeth.
Slowly, Lucius started to stroke Harry's hot penis up and down, careful to not move the comforter above his hand too much. The boy wanted to buckle into his hand, and he pressed him down more firmly. He would have to time Harry's orgasm with the last gulp of his blood. If Harry came too early, he would only get aroused again and if he waited for too long, the others would wonder why Harry did not stop moaning after he was finished with the ‘Potion’.
The second viol was about half empty and he quickened his pace around Harry's cock a little. When he saw the last gulp of blood entering his mate’s mouth, he scratched with the claw of his thumb across the head of Harry's cock, drawing blood, whilst stroking up the shaft one last time. Harry groaned as his hot seed erupted from his penis and his red eyes crossed for a moment, before the glow receded until it was nothing more than the usual ring around the green orbs. Lucius smirked in satisfaction; he knew the basics of his cute submissive very well already.
Severus whispered a silent glamour and then a cleaning spell and some other spell. Lucius assumed that it was a spell to irritate the wolf's nose so that he would not catch on to the heavy scent of release as soon as his mind was back.
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Harry blinked rapidly to get his vision to focus. His head pounded from all the knowledge he had attained in what was probably just a few hours and his body was still tingling from the aftermath of his orgasm. He had smelled Lucius instantly as he came back to consciousness and the consuming hunger had overwhelmed him. He smiled at his dominant, the warm, fluttering feeling returning to his stomach, before he turned his head to look at a black clad figure next to him. His sight was still blurry, so he sniffed the air.
"Dad," he sighed and stretched a shaky hand out. His father instantly took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"How are you feeling Harry?" Severus asked; his voice very soft.
"As if a Hippogriff has stomped on my head a few times," he groaned.
"I will fetch you a Potion." His father leaned forwards and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead before standing up.
"No more Potions for Harry!" Harry tried to look at Remus, but his vision was too blurry and his strength only came back slowly.
"It's okay Moony, I am fine," Harry said, but his weak voice didn't help to convince the aggravated werewolf.
"No you are not pup. And these two only make it worse!" He pointed at Lucius and then at his father, who had just come back up the stairs.
"I am just tired, but the first two Potions helped a lot already," luckily, he was not too tired anymore to not realize that his father and mate had slipped him Lucius' blood under the pretence of giving him a Potion.
"You were writhing in agony!"
Harry flushed; he had not been writhing in agony.
His father lifted his upper body gently up and sat back down. Harry sighed at the reassuring contact of his father and mate.
"Here, take this," Severus murmured and opened yet another vial. Harry immediately recognized the Potion by its foul smell.
"You are not planning on giving him that, are you?" Sirius sounded threateningly again.
"I don't think that he is up to drinking 27 normal Pain Potions," his father sneered.
"But this is the Potion against the effects of a Cruciatus! And how much are you planning on giving him? This certainly does not look like a normal sized vial!"
"It was worth a try," Severus sighed; he had hoped to make it look as if he would give Harry one instead of two.
"Do you want to damage his liver and kidneys?" Sirius asked.
Harry assumed that his father merely rolled his eyes, before placing the vial against his lips, when no spoken reply came. He had just taken the first sip, when Sirius suddenly stood next to them, holding Severus’ wrist and preventing him from giving Harry any more Potions.
Harry heard Molly gasp and Hermione groan in annoyance, mirroring his own feelings, but in contrast to the others, he felt too weak to express them.
"Sirius please, Severus is a good Potions Master; you know that and he already explained that Harry needs stronger doses," Molly pleaded from the background.
"No, Molly, I know enough about this Potion to know that not even a Veela should drink as much. He is harming Harry right under our noses!" Sirius growled and tried to pull the vial from Severus’ grasp, but he did not let go. Harry was sure that his father could have easily overpowered his godfather, but that would only lead to more suspicions. Nobody besides Ron and Hermione knew that Severus had transformed for him.
"Let go, you stupid mutt!" his father hissed, but Sirius only growled louder.
"The only thing you are achieving is making Harry suffer longer!" Harry could tell that his father was getting very angry. Vampires were very protective creatures after all.
"Only over my dead body!" Sirius barked back.
Both men glared at each other, neither ready to let go of the vial any time soon.
"Oh enough!" Molly exclaimed suddenly and shot a series of red sparks at the men, who were so distracted, that they jumped apart in surprise, letting go of the Potion.
Harry thought the vial would fall to the ground, but Molly shouted: "Accio Potions Vial!" and the vial flew into her hands.
"You two are like little children! It is unbelievable how you behave!" She glared at the men and Harry noticed in wonder, that even his father looked slightly scared of the Weasley Matron.
"Sirius, we need to trust each other, or we can hand the victory off to You-Know-Who right away," she said and came over to give Severus the vial back. Severus looked smug, but only until the woman turned to him: "And you Severus; I hope this Potion will not hurt him like the last two! I still consider Harry one of mine, even though he has a father now and I protect my children!"
Severus gave her a curt nod, before finally giving Harry the rest of the Pain Potion. The pounding in Harry's head finally subsided and his vision returned to normal.
"I will take you up to your room so that you can have some peace," his father said and stood up, before lifting him into his arms. His friends instantly rose to their feet as well and followed him.
Up in their room, Severus inquired: "Which bed is yours?"
"The one on the left, near the window," Harry answered, and his father went over and laid him down carefully. "Try to get some more rest," his father said and then hesitated.
"Um...professor..." Hermione cleared his throat nervously. "If you would like, you can stay."
Harry smiled thankfully at the witch and his father asked:
"Are you sure that it would be fine with you and Mr. Weasley?"
"Listen, Snape," Ron said suddenly, a fierce look on his face and for a moment Harry thought that the next argument would erupt, but his hot headed friend surprised him as he declared:
"Neither Hermione nor I like you very much nor will we probably ever, but we saw you with Harry after your visit in Diagon Alley...we saw how you comforted him."
When his father narrowed his eyes, Ron explained: "We accidentally heard what Sirius and Remus said about you and Harry and we were sure you would not comfort him when he started to sob, so we went down. You care for him, even though the others cannot see it yet and Harry is so happy that he finally has a real family, so we will support you! Just so you know!" Ron glared at his professor and Severus muttered: "Next time you forget my title, I will dock points from you," before one corner of his lips lifted in an appreciative smirk.
"Yeah well..." Ron huffed but grinned back.
Severus turned back to Harry then, but when he pulled out his wand to conjure a chair, Harry quickly stopped him: "Don't. Please sit down with me?" He watched in nervousness as his father's eyes darted over to his friends and he thought that he had asked for too much, when he sighed and pocketed his wand again.
"Scoot over little brat," the man said, pulling off his cloak and hanging it over Hermione's chair before climbing into the bed next to him.
Harry snickered at the incredulous looks of his friends. Sure, they had seen Severus comforting him and had even seen them sleeping next to each other, but to witness how easily the stern man was persuaded by him was still something else.
"Can you give me the book on my nightstand?" Harry asked and snuggled against his father. Severus laid an arm over his shoulder before handing him the first book of: Rights and Duties of a House Lady and pulling out his own, shrunken one from one of his robe pockets. Harry had already read the first three chapters and it was surprisingly interesting.
"Are you sure you can read again already?" Hermione asked, making herself comfortable on her own bed.
"Yeah, I am fine again. Only my head still feels a bit heavy, or maybe my brain, like I have learned a whole week without a break."
Ron huffed and set up his old chessboard to play against himself: "Don't tell me that you all want to read? Is this the room of the nerds?"
"I could always give you an extra lecture about Potions if you would prefer it over us reading," Severus sneered, shutting Ron up quite effectively.
The silence that followed in the next few hours was surprisingly comfortable. Hermione was researching the coins Harry had brought back from Gringotts, Ron was occupied with his chess game, and Severus was reading a new Potions Book, whilst Harry had fallen asleep after about an hour of reading. It took a lot of energy from the body to get accustomed to all the new knowledge. He didn't even notice Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, Ginny, Sirius and Remus checking on him.
At 8 PM Hermione fetched them a tray with sandwiches and Severus even took one so as to not offend one of his son's friends. He did not like them particularly, but they mattered to Harry and he had to admit that they were good friends. They did not even try to throw him out when it got later and later; instead they just went to the bathroom on the first floor to change and put out all the lights with the exception of a small lamp on their desk.
Severus tried to stay awake as long as possible, but with the tiring ritual, the three days he had been awake and the warm body of his peacefully sleeping son, all conspired into lulling him to sleep eventually.
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