Scars III

A/N: I am so very sorry my darlings. It turn out that my muse was kidnapped a few months ago by a sadistic professor that forced it to work nonstop on asinine essays until it began to bleed from the eyes. Of course my very resourceful muse managed to escape using a scrunchy and a plushy doll…however upon it’s return home it was immediately seduced by a werewolf that… *sigh* is sinfully delectable *licks lips*. Anyways, I still haven’t got my muse back but I have this sitting on my desktop and figure posting it might seduce my muse back to work. I really hope I’ll have another chapter for you some times soon, sorry for the long wait guys -_-;;;;

Chapter 18: Reminded of Family

Immediately after the scores and winner was announced Harry was summoned to the headmaster’s office. It was there that he was interrogated as to how he could speak to dragons.

Harry, having already prepared for just such an occasion gave his excuses. Something between innocent confusion and disconcerting glances at Kakorof who had been kind enough to accompany him. Thought his headmaster was a bit on the coward’s side he was useful enough when it came to undermining Dumbeldore, the men seemed to have a bit of hard feelings between them, though one wouldn’t notice from simple observation.

Once he was free Harry made his way to Snape’s quarters to check on Pansy and Ginny. He found Draco, Viktor, Blaise, Greg and Hermione already there. Apparently Marla had stepped out to the loo.

Harry informed the others of his meeting, at which Draco and Viktor immediately demanded to join him. Already feeling unnerved by the idea of seeing his sires Harry agreed, hoping it might help his nerves to have them there.

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Harry entered the room first, his steps wavering a bit as he spotted the five men he least wished to see all standing…staring at him. It was only the slight ghosting of Draco’s fingers against the back of his hand that gave Harry the nerve to move forward and say, “Hello, father, Dante.”

The dark haired man Harry assumed was either Lupin or Black gave a start as Dante emitted a reverberating growl.

“Hello?…HELLO! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! Marcus and I have been worried sick you asinine son of a putrefied maggot! I should fucking wring you neck, I should tear each and every one of you fingernails out with tweezers! I should…” Dante’s rant was cut short as Marcus slammed his head into the mantle of the fire place.

Harry bit his lip to stop the laughter that would no doubt set his sire off again.

“Dante does have a point Devastation,” Marcus told him through the cold glare he usually reserved only for victims and Dante when he was being an utter idiot. “Have you an explanation?”

Harry felt a sudden nausea envelop him. He wasn’t certain if it was seeing his sires, or perhaps the fact that there were people he did not know witnessing the side of his sires that was meant to be seen only by Dev, or perhaps it was the fact that Marcus had used his full name…he wasn’t certain. What he did know was that he was going to vomit all over Severus’s plush carpet if Marcus’s cold stare did not waver.

“You have nothing to hide,” Draco whispered in his ear.

The feeling of Draco, his mate’s warm breath upon his skin. The sound of his voice pulled Harry back to himself. It was with a sudden sense of clarity that Harry felt himself straighten.

Moving forward until he was a bare hands length from his Father Harry murmured, “I fell prey to the pain of loss…I overcame it, and now I have rectified it. I will not apologize, nor will I assume I was not at fault in my actions. I did what I had to. I came back, and I have missed you.”

Harry held Marcus’s gaze. At the edge of his vision he could see the others moving their eyes back and forth between the two vampires, waiting for one of them to move. In a flash of movement visible only to those with creature blood in their veins Marcus pulled Dev into a hug and released him.

Harry smiled at his father before turning to Dante, “Truce?” he asked, holding out his hand.

Dante wrinkled his nose, glared at the offered hand, fidgeted from foot to foot for a few moments before finally shrugging and gathering Harry into a bone crushing embrace.

“And now that we have resolved that bit of pleasantry I believe there are some introduction to be completed,” Severus drawled to the vampires.

Harry pried himself from Dante’s grasp in time to see the man whose hair was streaked with gray use a hand to close the black haired man’s hanging jaw.

“He…and then he…” the black haired man stammered.

“You must be Black,” Harry said with a surreal smile to the man.

“Indeed he is,” Severus drawled, moving around the room to reach the cabinet that held his liquor.

“Can I get some of that?” Dante asked. Severus looked like he was about to refuse but thought better of it. Instead he pored five glasses, when Lupin refused his Harry snatched it, downing the entire glass before anyone could move to stop him.

Sirius stared at him, once again with his mouth agape. After a moment of silence he shrugged and threw back his own glass as though it were a shot. The resounding laughter from Dante seemed to remove the residue of tension from the room.

With a sigh Dev settled in a seat and was soon followed by the others. Between the eight of them, plush chairs, and a warm fire they moved quickly through a bottle of scotch, and then another, and another.

By the time the clock tolled midnight they were all moderately drunk and exchanging stories that had been getting progressively more embarrassing, disgusting, and disturbing for the last two hours.

It seemed the only two who were not completely shit faced by one in the morning were Marcus, who could hold liquor like a gargoyle, and Lupin who had had no more than two glasses the entire time.

“…and I came back the next day, you know cause she was really, really hot, and she opened the door and…and…I must have been some kind of smashed cause the girl was like a horses arse! I swear she must have been bread by warthogs! I ran as fast as I could, changed shape even, didn’t stop running till my legs gave out!” Sirius proclaimed and threw back the last bit of watered down scotch his glass held.

“She…she…sheeee…” Dante tried to speak, failing miserably as hiccupping giggles broke his voice each time he got to the E.

“It didn’t even take that much for me to go gay…what the bloody hell is your problem?” Draco demanded, the glass he was holding thankfully empty as he was clutching it upside down.

Viktor guffawed at this, the act nearly knocking him out of his chair.

“I gotta have the boobies,” Sirius whined in explanation.

Harry, Draco, Dante, and surprisingly Lupin all grimaced in distaste.

“Hell yeah! And shut up ya bloody poofs!” Viktor shouted into the arm of his chair.

“I didn’t say a damn thing,” Harry told him, attempting to keep his voice from slurring the words.

“I could tell ya vere gona to,” Viktor said, his words incredibly muffled. “It’s kinda comfy…” he mumbled snuggling himself into the chair’s armrest.

One by one the participants of the late night binge drinking began to pass out.

Harry himself was having a hard time keeping his eyes open when he was startled by a sudden weight in his lap. “Oh…hello,” he mumbled into Draco’s hair.

“Mhm,” Draco moaned and curled himself securely into Harry’s lap.

Marcus watched the two boys pass out with a very uncharacteristic smile on his lips.

“They truly are mates aren’t they?” Lupin asked.

Marcus glanced at the werewolf. “Yes.”

“You don’t speak much do you?”

“No.”

Remus chuckled and glanced at Severus who was softly snoring, his head lolling on the back of the chair he was sprawled in.

“It seems our company has fallen asleep,” Remus commented.

“It would seem,” Marcus answered his eyes flickering to where Dante had slid from his chair to lay spread eagle on the floor, his nose buried in the thick carpet. Noticing that Remus seemed a bit uncomfortable. As the silence stretched Marcus asked, “You are the werewolf that bit my son’s mate?”

A blush crept up the sides of Lupin’s face, “It…was an accident…”

“I did not assume it was purposeful,” Marcus said.

“I…never said you did,” Lupin said, sounding a bit flustered.

The silence in the room stretched again. Marcus was content within the quite, finding it interesting to watch Lupin attempt to find something beside himself to rest his eyes upon.

Deciding to take pity on the man that obviously meant the best for his son Marcus broke the silence yet again. “Have you a mate yourself?”

“I…no,” Remus said, his eyes now fixated on the floor.

Feeling a lack of curiosity Marcus was content to let the subject drop and simply enjoy sitting in the presence of his son.

Remus, however, seemed to be slightly more intoxicated that originally thought as he began to speak.

“I know who it is…I just…I can’t have them. And since I can’t have them I’ve just made sure to leave them alone. It’s not like I have to be with my mate. I won’t die if I’m never with him. But sometimes, sometimes I wish I could just…just push him into a wall and…” as though realizing that he was divulging to much Remus snapped his jaw shut with an audible click of teeth.

“Is it the dog?” Marcus asked, his calm tone never wavering. He was beginning to grow mildly curious.

“You mean Sirius? No…gods no!” Remus said, shaking his head, his lips twisting in distaste. “Sirius is like a brother to me…no it’s…”

“Who?” Marcus asked when the werewolf did not finish.

“I…I can’t even say,” Remus muttered his eyes pain filled in the dim glow of the dying fire.

Marcus sighed. It was entirely his son’s fault that he wanted to help this man he hardly knew. It always seemed to be Dev’s doing these says as far as Marcus was concerned.

With a grunt of distaste Marcus stood. He moved across the small circle of chairs, being careful to not disturb Dante, and offered Lupin his hand.

Lupin took the hand, his slightly pointed teeth worrying his lower lip the entire time.

Marcus lifted the man’s hand to his nose and sniffed. Narrowing his eyes he dropped the hand and raised his nose to the room’s collective scents.

“What are you…?” Remus began. He stopped, realizing precisely what Marcus was doing. “No! You can’t…”

“It is Severus,” Marcus said before Remus could finish his sentence. The deep scarlet blush that overwhelmed the man’s skin was answer enough. “Why have you not spoken to him about this?”

“I…he’s not…and I’m…” Remus stammered.

“You believe he is not gay,” Marcus supplied.

Lupin nodded, unable to speak. His eyes constantly shifted between Snape’s sleeping form and Marcus, still standing in front of him.

“You are a fool,” Marcus said and returned to his seat.

“I…what?” Lupin demanded, rising from his seat.

“You are a fool,” Marcus repeated, slower this time.

“I am no such thing!” Lupin exclaimed.

“Indeed you are,” Marcus countered, his teeth bearing unconsciously. “You have been lucky enough to have a mate you adore and desire and you haven’t the courage to even approach him. You are a fool and a coward.”

“I…Severus would never accept that he is my mate!”

“What?”

Remus felt a chill go down his spine. He turned. Sirius’s bleary blue eyes stared back at him, and just beyond him Severus’s dark pools of jet that were eyes bored into him like serrated knives.

“Why didn’ you ever tell me ‘bout tha’?” Sirius asked.

“Go back to sleep mutt,” Severus told the half asleep Black.

“Righ’” Sirius yawned and closed his eyes.

“Now, you need to explain yourself Lupin,” Severus near to growled.

Marcus settled back in his chair, arms crossed. He was tempted to nudge Dante awake with his foot, the man would love to witness this, however the other Vampire had gotten next to no sleep these last few weeks. His lips twitching at the mental image of his lover’s indignation when he woke to find he had missed such an interesting… with a start Marcus realized that this was the first time in almost a year he had thought of Dante in the term as his Lover.

Mentally shaking the realization away to be mulled over at a later date Marcus leaned forward to watch the werewolf and Snape work their relationship out.
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