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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Harry sat down in front of his plate, picking up the note that was sitting atop it and absently tapping the plate with his wand as he read the short missive. It read, “See me after breakfast to receive your new timetable.”

Harry ate quickly and waited for Dumbledore to finish before bidding his friends goodbye with promises to see them soon in class. He hurried to the Headmaster's office, giving the password and entering to find Dumbledore already there, though the man and Harry hadn't crossed paths at all on the way there.

“How do you always get here before me?” Harry asked.

Dumbledore laughed. “Secret Headmaster passageways, my boy. You'll never be able to arrive before me if we leave at the same time, I’m afraid.” He said. “On another note, you’ll be meeting with Dracula after dinner, which is the earliest he can wake. He will be teaching you several things. Hand-to-hand combat, hunting—vampire-style—and any special abilities he determines his blood has given you. Severus is aware of him now, and will be accompanying you to these lessons. Dracula was surprised to hear that you'd already found your mate—and a bit disappointed, as he recommends two to three donors during these lessons, as they can be strenuous—but he is prepared to go slowly so as not to overtax Severus' body since he will be feeding you after every lesson.” He handed over the new timetable and Harry looked it over.

He had lessons after dinner with the vampire thrice weekly, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. So today was his first lesson.

“You will need to change clothes directly after classes so as not to ruin your uniforms—Dracula said these lessons can get rather messy, you might want to buy some new throwaway clothing next Hogsmeade weekend—and meet Severus at his rooms. He will lead you to the training room you and Dracula will be using. I have already shown him where they are. Learn everything he has to teach you, my boy. More combat training can only be an asset to you, with the way trouble seems to find you everywhere.” Dumbledore said fondly.

Harry grinned wryly. “Right. Is that all, Sir?”

Dumbledore nodded. “Yes, that's it. Run along, now. We don’t want you missing all of History of Magic, do we?” He asked.

Harry snorted. “Honestly, Sir, I wouldn’t mind.” He assured the older man.

Dumbledore laughed. “Get to class. I expect your marks to at least remain the same as they are now. Of course, I wouldn’t mind seeing them get better, but I don’t demand it.” He assured Harry.

“All right. See you later.” Harry said, then left, heading to class.

*****

The rest of the day passed in a bit of a haze for Harry, as he wondered what his new training would be like. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of Severus' door, dressed in Dudley's old cast-offs.

He knocked and Severus opened the door, a potions vial in his hand. “Take this.” He said, holding it out to Harry.

Harry took it and drank it, humming at the pleasant flavour. “What was that?” He asked, handing the vial back.

“Drink first, ask questions later. Someday you will learn better.” Severus muttered. “It was a contraceptive potion designed specifically for incubi.”

Harry snorted. “I trust you. I'll always take a potion if it's you offering it.” He pointed out. “So, where are we headed?”

Severus pocketed the vial, leaving his room and heading down the hall. “This way. I want to say, before we start, that I wholeheartedly disapprove of this. It's foolish to put your safety in the hands of a vampire we don’t know, foolish in the extreme for it to be the first vampire, who has skills we aren’t even sure of. If he kills you, I will hang Albus myself.”

Harry grinned. “My hero. Still looking after me, even though I could probably kill you without breaking a sweat.” He joked.

Severus hummed. “But you won't. You've learned to like me over the past couple of months.” He said, opening a door and ushering Harry in.

Harry walked in and was immediately grabbed and thrown into a wall, Vlad pressing an arm against his windpipe dangerously tightly.

The vampire hummed thoughtfully. “You don't have your guard up. That's never smart.” He said.

Harry choked out, “I didn’t know we were starting immediately. I still need to breathe, you know.” He added when the arm didn’t move.

Vlad sneered and dropped the arm. “Always expect an attack when walking into an unfamiliar situation. Be on your guard. It will keep you alive.” He told the teen.

Severus had closed the door and was leaning against it, arms crossed.

Vlad looked at the man. “And this is your mate?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes, that's Severus.” He confirmed.

“He is not what I would have expected for you.” He walked up to Severus and inhaled deeply. “But strong. That is good. His blood smells rich, too. High in iron, which will help you to rejuvenate faster. A good choice. I admit to jealousy. I've been feeding off of the animals I found on my way here for months.”

“And you won’t be feeding off of him;” Harry said firmly. “Sire or not, I don’t share.”

Vlad frowned. “I wasn’t going to suggest such a thing. I know how a mate bond is. I lost my mate to a hunter, but I don't begrudge you yours.” He explained, walking back up to Harry and circling him. “What in the world are you wearing?!” He snapped, sneering at Harry's clothes.

Harry flushed. “They're my cousin's old clothes. Dumbledore said to wear something I wouldn’t mind damaging.”

“Of course he would. Next chance you get, you are to buy black, tightly-fitted training clothes. Any fabric you like. As you can see, I favour Dragonhide, but you can use whatever suits you best. And combat robes, as well as serviceable boots.” He snorted, grabbing onto Harry's shirt and flinging the teen onto the ground. “These rags leave far too many hand-holds. They are a liability in battle. Once you have several sets of better clothes to train in, dispose of these. I will not have one of my children walking around in those things.”

“Right. Why black?” Harry asked, getting up.

Vlad shot him a smile. “To blend in to the darkness, little one. We are creatures of night. Black is reasonable.”

Harry frowned. “But I can go out in the daylight, with Severus' potion.” He said.

“I see. I do not have such a luxury, as I metabolize several of the ingredients in that potion as soon as they pass into my stomach. Most of my children do not have that problem. Black is also a good choice as bloodstains will not show up as readily. We don’t want to alarm your mate while training, do we?” Vlad pointed out.

“Oh.” Harry said. “No, I suppose not.”

“Of course, if he gets nervous, you can always order him not to interfere until we are done.” Vlad mused.

Harry chuckled. “Um, no. He doesn’t listen to me.” He explained.

“And you don’t listen to me, so we are well-matched.” Severus shot back.

Vlad snorted. “Why would he listen to you? Vampires are very dominant creatures. None have ever mated with a dominant human.” He said.

Severus flushed, and Harry battled the urge to go over and find out how far the flush disappearing under his robes went.

“He's one of my professors. I’m really supposed to listen to him.” Harry explained.

“Ah.” Vlad said. “Well, the mate bond will supersede all of that for a time. You will be able to find a workable balance in time.” He assured them both. “Now, how skilled are you in street fighting? Attack me, and I will defend. We will find out where you are lacking from that. I doubt you will be able to injure me, so don’t hold back.” He ordered.

Harry shot toward him, punches and kicks flying as he tried to land a hit, each one being deflected with apparent ease by the elder vampire. After a few minutes, Vlad started attacking back, finding weak spots and undefended areas where he aimed his attacks, each blow landing and making Harry grunt. A few minutes later, Harry cried out, racing backward, cradling his arm as he backed into the opposite wall.

“What, you can't take a little nick?” Vlad asked derisively.

“You didn’t tell me we could use weapons! And that hurts!” Harry said.

Vlad smirked. “Street fighting can be dirty. That's all part of it. Besides, pain is weakness leaving the body.”

Harry scowled. “I want a dagger, too.” He said, eyeing the jewel-encrusted dagger in Vlad’s hand, which the older vampire was twirling.

“So buy one. Or conjure one, for now. But be sure you can use it without hurting yourself, because we haven’t gotten to the weapons training yet.” Vlad warned. “And I won’t jump ahead for you.”

Harry perked up. “So there will be weapons training?” He asked excitedly.

Vlad shrugged. “Not much. Dagger, perhaps a sword if you show aptitude for complex footwork. Nothing fancy.”

“That's plenty fancy for me!” Harry said exuberantly. “He's going to teach me fencing, Severus!”

“Congratulations.” The man drawled. “Hopefully you have more of a head for weapons handling than you do for potion-making.”

Vlad shot forward and sliced him open on the other arm. “Focus!” He snapped.

Harry hissed in a breath and squared his shoulders, whipping out his wand. “Expelliarmus!” Harry watched in surprise as the weapon flew out of his Sire’s hand, flew through the air, spinning end over end, and landed behind him, near the wall.

Vlad shot him a vicious grin. “Good thinking. Back to fists, I suppose.” He said, resuming the battle without his weapon.

Harry tried to put his wand away, but was forced by the speed of Vlad’s attacks to fling it aside rather then stow it in a pocket. He continued blocking, then darted away from the wall to circle around the vampire.

Vlad got in a few good punches, hitting Harry once in the eye, once in the chin and landing a solid punch to Harry's nose that had his head snapping back and stars bursting in his vision. It was apparent within minutes that it was broken, but Vlad didn’t ease up.

“Fight now, feed if you survive.” Vlad snarled when Harry cast a hungry, longing glance at Severus.

Harry redoubled his efforts, and landed a good kick to Vlad’s shin, to which the vampire responded by kicking Harry squarely in the stomach so hard that he flew back and connected with the wall, knocking his head on the unforgiving stone.

Severus took a few steps forward and Harry called out: “Stay back! He's not do—”

Before he finished his sentence, Vlad’s fist connected with his open mouth.

“No time for talking in battle! Train your mate to stay out of it later!” Vlad told him.

Harry ended up staying on the defensive for the rest of the hour Vlad spent fighting him.

Finally, the elder vampire stopped, nodded, and stepped back. “Go to your mate and feed. We will discuss this the day after tomorrow, after I have had time to decide where you need the most work. You did surprisingly well for a new vampire. I commend you.”

Harry wiped blood off of his face and smiled. “That was fun. I’m going to enjoy these sessions.” He said, retrieving his wand.

“It was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” Vlad returned. “I will retire to my rooms. You didn’t do well enough for me to need to go hunt down a meal this time. That will change with practice.”

Harry walked over to Severus, who offered his wrist.

“What are you doing?” Vlad asked—snapped, really—at Severus.

“He feeds from the wrist.” Severus answered.

“Not after losing as much blood as he shed tonight. You'll feed him from the neck after our lessons. Go to your rooms if you need the privacy. If he hasn't fed from the neck before, you’ll need it.” He added.

Severus looked angry at Vlad’s declaration, but turned and opened the door. “Come on, then, Harry. Apparently we're trying something new tonight.”

Harry followed him, excited to finally get to taste Severus’ blood from a richer source.

Today was just a good day all around.
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