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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 19: The New Teacher
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Harry awoke the next morning in a very soft bed. It was heavenly; the only thing missing was the warm body of his mate lying next to him. At that thought the memory of his horrible evening from the day before came back to him and the feeling of loneliness returned full force. Now he also realized that he (naturally) had not warmed up during the night and his muscles felt sore from the hours of shivering. Hopefully standing up and moving would help a little, otherwise he would feel like this for the next three school years, because it would take that long before he could live with his beloved dominant and wake up next to him.
The word beloved jolted another memory to the forefront, a more pleasant one and his cheeks heated in a flush. The strange memories of Draco had made him forget his epiphany on the train, but now a giddy nervousness befell his body. He was in love. For the very first time he was in love! He would have felt like an excited school girl if it wasn't for the coldness fighting inside of him against the warmer feeling. Rather wanting to daydream for a bit than worry, he let fantasies about Lucius’ reaction rise inside of him. How would his proud dominant react to a confession? Would Lucius reciprocate his feelings or love for him with such childish and Gryffindorish actions? Frowning, he banned that thought from his head. No, Lucius was kind-hearted and understanding and a true family person, even though nobody besides him and probably his father realized it, he would not hurt his feelings in any way. He couldn't say whether his dominant already felt the same way, but he was sure the nobleman would be polite about his answer either way.
Casting a tempus, he noticed that he was already rather late, but in the privacy of his rooms, he could take full advantages of his vampire speed and pushing all thoughts (good and bad) from his mind he was dressed, his glamours were back in place, the bandage once more around his right hand and he was ready to go within five minutes.
Justitius had returned in the early morning hours and was now sleeping on his perch. Hedwig had also found her way to Hogwarts and was sitting next to him. Harry was happy that she wasn't jealous; in fact, she seemed to have adopted the young bat as her student and had already showed him the way to Ron and Hermione's house during the last few days of his holiday.
Grabbing his bag, he hurried down the long corridor and nearly ran into his two best friends, who stood outside and was waiting for him.
"Hey guys, why haven't you come in?" He asked.
"You apparently don't need a password, your magical signature is enough, but we do," Hermione explained and pointed at the proud falcon, who was guarding his door.
Blinking owlishly, he asked his brainy friend:"Do you have any suggestion?"
Hermione nodded. "Myrddin," she suggested.
"Myrddin? Sounds like an illness," Ron commented.
Harry snickered at his friends comment, but had to admit that Ron was right.
"Ron, please, Myrddin is the Welsh name of Merlin," Hermione rolled her eyes.
Not having any other idea, Harry nodded in agreement and stepped in front of the little falcon, before clearing his throat. "I would like to set a password for my friends." The falcon didn't answer, but tilted his head as sign that it was listening.
"Myrddin," he said clearly and the bird gave a chirp in reply. "Try it," he said and Hermione stepped next to him: "Myrddin," she said and the door swung open.
"Perfect," he smiled and closed the door again.
"Yeah, especially because nobody will be able to remember the password, even when someone overhears it," Ron muttered, but followed them to the great hall. All eyes were following him when he entered and made his way over to the Gryffindor table. It seemed that no one was sure how to react to the ‘praised child’ after it had turned out to be him, but he would not complain as long as the annoying whispering did not start up again.
"Morning, Harry," Neville greeted him and gave a nod to his friends, before carefully saying: "Um...I know you hate these kinds of things but maybe you should read this," the shy Gryffindor fidgeted a bit and gave him the newspaper.
Sighing, he thanked him: "I think I have an idea of what this will be about," he huffed and spread the Daily Prophet in front of him so that Ron and Hermione could read over his shoulders. He really didn't want to deal with the crap the Prophet made up, but it would be stupid not to know what kind of rumours they spread about him.
His eyes landed on a huge picture of himself in front of the head table, with all the insignia of Hogwarts. Above it, the headline announced:
"The Golden Apple of Gryffindor (by Rita Skeeter)
Trustworthy sources confirmed that last night around 9 PM that the mysterious noble boy from Diagon Alley is none other than our already famous boy hero, Harry James Potter. Apparently his outing as the Heir to Hogwarts was also the motivation to take his rightful place as one of the last council members of our great country. This reporter is not really surprised to find out about our beloved hero's amazing family tree given his great feats of accomplishments in his brave fight against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
It will be safe to assume that the revelation of the boy's identity will not end his popularity amongst young witches and caring parents who wish only the best for their daughters in the future:
"I wish that there had been such a wonderful and handsome boy when I visited Hogwarts," Patricia McPie (mother of Annabella McPie, 6th year Hufflepuff) told me. She sincerely hoped that Harry Potter would notice the beauty and kind-heartedness of her daughter. "A young hero needs a loyal wife to comfort him in hard times of war and my daughter would be the best choice for him."

Harry was about to shove the article away, refusing to read the stupid dribble, when his eyes landed on the name of his familiar further down:
"...but this is not the only news concerning our beloved hero. Harry has apparently entered a bond with Voldemort's former familiar, a huge snake called Nagini, who somehow managed to follow our favourite Hogwarts student back to his home at the end of the last term. Albus Dumbledore himself guarantees that the reptile no longer poses any threat.
This journalist, having the unfortunate luck of having gotten a glimpse of the snake from afar before, believes that there could be no better protection for the Boy-Who-Lives."

He finally laid the newspaper back down; at least the part about Nagini was not too bad.
"At least, they don't hate you right now," Ron commented dryly, before asking. "But what does Skeeter mean by ‘The golden apple of Gryffindor’?"
He only shrugged. The stupid title made even less sense to him than all the others Skeeter had given him so far but Hermione; ever the clever witch, apparently had a idea and explained: "I think it is a combination of ‘golden boy’ and the ‘forbidden apple’, the forbidden fruit of Adam and Eve. She means to say that you are alluring," She explained with a teasing look at him.
Ron made a retching sound and looked with disgust at the newspaper."No offense, mate...but...urgh!
"No offense taken; you are right, this is one of the biggest pieces of shit she has ever written. And I am sure that this Annabella girl would turn out to be a good wife; even after I had my first ten nightmares sleeping next to her," Harry snorted. Ron had always been the one who had woken him from his nightmares and visions and had distracted him from the horror of his past and the war until he was calm enough to fall asleep again.
"Speaking of nightmares, have you had any recently?" Ron inquired, looking guilty at the thought that he might not have been there to help him.
Thinking that it was not worth lying over, especially when Hermione already knew the truth, he told his friend truthfully: "I had a vision back at Privet Drive, but Lucius and... ‘Snivellus’," he said with a cringe, but not wanting to say his father’s name or even the word dad in the great hall "...helped me. Since then I have had no problems and they believe that the visions are now over at least...you know after...the purification."
"I really hope so," Hermione pat his shoulder.
"Was the vision bad?" Ron looked even guiltier now, even though he had not been alone that particular night.
"No, not really. Voldemort was only a little upset, because he could not find Nagini," he lied smoothly and Hermione gave an unsuspicious nod of approval. Ron had been plagued by his own nightmares for about two weeks after he had returned from the graveyard. The redhead had always thought it was his duty to try and keep him safe, but this last time he had not even been able to accompany him, even at least for a bit, like he had done in their first two school years.
McGonagall stepped up behind them and handed out their time tables.
"I knew it, Potions first thing in the morning," he grinned happily with a look at the parchment. Ron only groaned: "He will not be any nicer, you know that?"
"I do, but at least I will see him," he hummed, his smile unwavering and looked up at the head table. His father must have been watching him from afar, because their eyes met for a split second, but Severus only sneered at him and turned back to his empty plate.
"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry looked at his timetable again and saw what had the girl so excited.
"We will get to know our new DADA teacher today," he said and scanned the head table, but he could still not find a new face.
For the next few minutes he watched his friends eat, whilst he himself only sipped a goblet of pumpkin juice sometimes. At ten to eight he stood up, grabbed his bag and said: "Let's go."
"Harry, if you are a bit more obvious, some students might suspect something," Hermione hushed him.
His face fell. She was right; he had to be more careful or he would endanger his father and his position as a spy for the Order.
"Don't worry Mione, they would never guess right. They would probably say that Harry is having an inappropriate affair;" Ron smirked and earned himself a smack to the head by their female friend.
"Ouch, that hurt!" he muttered and rubbed the back of his head, whilst Harry blushed furiously. He might be prone to be the centre to the oddest situations, but he would surely never start an affair with a Professor. Never! That was a scandal he didn't need.
Hermione meanwhile glared at Ron: "Well, you deserve it; such a reckless comment could easily start said rumour."
Ron grinned sheepishly as they made their way down into the dungeons.
The typical mixture of Gryffindors and Slytherins were already gathered in front of the heavy metal door. They greeted a few of their friends and did their best to ignore the Slytherins who where sneering even more at him than usual. Pansy Parkinson was flanked by Crabbe and Goyle; apparently the Snakes now had a ‘princess’ instead of a ‘prince’. He had already wondered whether someone would take over the leading role after Draco's death. He honestly thought that Pansy was a poor replacement for his blonde nemesis.
Turning his back to the group of Slytherins, his eyes fell on the heavy door of their classroom and the lonely feeling roared up inside of him once more. It grabbed his heart painfully and he winced silently. What was this feeling? Did he somehow feel Lucius’ grief? He had never dared to ask Lucius if he was still grieving for his son, in fact, after the eventful evening of their mating it had never even crossed his mind again that his mate could still be mourning. It probably had something to do with his dominant's guarded expression. If the man really was still in mourning, he would be too proud to let anything show on his face. Lucius was one of those people who believed that most feelings were weaknesses. His father was another of the same school of thought. How could he of all people have gotten stuck with the two most guarded and aloof people in the world?
Furthermore, Lucius was such a private person, and when his son had been murdered, they hadn't known each other very well.
Pansy's drawling voice pulled him from his pain then, sadly, with more to worry about: "My father is negotiating with Lucius Malfoy. It was always planned that I become the next Lady Malfoy. Father said that I will now marry him instead of Draco. Poor Draycy; but his father was always more sexy anyway."
For a moment Harry thought he would choke on his spit, but managed to transform it into a cough. What a foul bitch, he thought. Not even Draco Malfoy deserved to be treated that way after his death.
"You don't believe that is true?" Ron whispered.
Hermione quickly cast a silencing spell around them and answered: "No, of course not. He has betrayed the Dark Lord; he would not endanger himself by marrying one of his former comrade’s daughters."
"But he still needs an heir," Ron argued.
Harry purposefully kept silent and tried his best to look bored.
"He will get married some day, but the Parkinson’s are in the inner circle and unfortunately not stupid, so he will choose someone else...and hopefully someone older," Hermione wrinkled her nose.
Now he really choked on his spit.
"Man, is everything alright?" Ron asked, while patting his back roughly.
"Just..." he coughed "...just the thought of Lucius Malfoy marrying someone so young," he answered, feeling very ashamed.
"Yeah, gross, isn't it?" Ron looked slightly green.
Luckily their classroom door opened at that moment and ended their uncomfortable conversation.
They shuffled over to their usual spot in the middle of the class and Harry watched the Slytherins eying the new robes of his father with awe, whilst his fellow Gryffindors only looked confused.
"Is he trying to look more fashionable?" Dean snickered behind them.
"Well, he looks...not as greasy as last year," Seamus commented.
Harry shook his head, feeling the need to explain his father's new attire because the man would certainly not do it himself: "He was announced the best Potions Master in the whole wizarding world and the robes he wears are special ones which only the wizard or witch with that title is allowed to wear; it is like a medal."
His friends looked impressed and Seamus had already opened his mouth again, when Severus’ harsh voice interrupted them:
"Finnegan, Thomas, 20 points from Gryffindor. This is a classroom and not a cafe where you can chat about the latest gossip."
Dean and Seamus instantly fell silent and he turned back to his father as the man started the lesson.
"We will start this year with an antidote for a fairly common poison." With a flick of his black wand, a list of ingredients and instructions appeared on the blackboard and they started to copy it down.
"This is a very delicate potion, which tends to explode, if stirred incorrectly."
Harry watched his father glare at Neville, who trembled in his seat. Poor Neville, someday he would tell him that Severus Snape actually was not as bad as they had always thought and that the dark man was in fact his father; that would likely convince the boy better than the first argument.
"Potter," his father snapped and pulled him from his thoughts. He quickly sat more straight in his seat and looked at him
"You will start with this book; it seems that you once again need some special attention."
Harry looked down at the small and worn down looking book with the title: "Potions for Preschoolers."
"I expect you to have it finished by our next class," his father said, before snapping: "And now get started!"
"I think he really wants to re-teach you Potions," Ron commented, but unfortunately, Severus had heard him (no wonder with vampire hearing) and drawled: "15 points from Gryffindor Weasley."
Ron and Hermione went to the storage room to get all the necessary items and Harry opened the first page of the black book and saw a small scribbled name in one corner: Severus Tobias Snape. The date indicated that his father had read this book at age four. No wonder he was such a genius at Potions if he had started to study the art so early, he thought with a little smile. His father had given him one of his books; his first personal item from the man.
He quickly noticed that Potions would have been much easier if he had read one of these pre-school books before, even if his Magical Field had still been too underdeveloped to brew a good potion.
The book explained the difference between all the instructive words, like chopping and slicing, when you typically had to stir clockwise and when counter clockwise. He had never noticed that nearly all poisons were stirred counter clockwise, whilst all antidotes needed to be stirred clockwise. The book also explained that the angle at which someone sliced an ingredient was fundamental for its effect and potency.
His father had been right when he had told the class in their first year that Potions brewing was a fine art.
He could finally see some similarities between brewing and cooking: Some ingredients just didn't work well together, or some need a careful approach to mix them, like melted chocolate and beaten egg whites. If someone wasn't careful, the beaten egg white would just fall in on itself and not be fluffy any longer.
Harry didn't even notice that he had devoured the book at vampire speed. After about half an hour he was finished and wondered what he should do now.
Still pondering the question, he didn't notice that his father had stepped next to him, but the harsh tone quickly pulled him back to the present:
"Potter, what are you doing? You are suppose to read the Potions Book and not this...this..." his father bend down, picked a small book up with distaste and laid it on his work table. "...this book for children! 20 Points from Gryffindor."
Harry eyed the book in shock; he had never seen this book before. On the colourful cover was a small boy with long fangs and a black cloak and the printed title which read: The little vampire.
Opening it, he saw another child like scribble:
"Happy birthday Sev, love Lily."
He stared at the book in shock, why had his father given him this book? Carefully he looked over at Hermione, who carefully wrote something on her notes:
"I believe the title might be his password."
He nodded his thanks and a quick glance over at his father, who had sat back down behind his desk, told him that he had seen the exchange of the note, but it would not do to draw any attention to it.
"Thanks," he whispered so silently that only his father would be able to hear him.
"No problem my little vampire brat," Severus’ voice sounded as if he was smiling, but the frowning face gave nothing away.
He pocketed the two books and opted for just watching his friends brew silently. Ron was chopping ingredients with an annoyed expression, while Hermione stirred their Potion carefully. After about two minutes of watching, a prickling feeling started at his neck, as if someone was watching him. Frowning, he turned around to glare at whichever Slytherin was staring at him (probably planning to hex him or something), but his eyes landed only on Draco Malfoy's empty seat and the cold fist around his heart squeezed once more. He hastily turned back to his friends and tried to ignore the feeling, but it didn't leave him. He would write Lucius this evening; his mate must feel even worse than he had thought earlier if the constant pain in his heart was any indication. And now the aristocrat sat alone in a huge manor with no one there to distract him from his sorrow.
Suddenly a strong, disgusting smell alerted him and distracted him from his own worries over his mate; he looked up right in time to see Neville ducking behind a desk. Without thinking he jumped to his feet and threw up a barrier he had not known five days ago, at the clumsy boy's cauldron, before it exploded with a loud bang. Thick, black smoke gathered inside the warded area and his father made his way over to the shield while grumbling and cursing.
Harry watched him flick his wand at the bright silver shield, but nothing happened. Frowning, his father snapped: "Whoever did this spell, end it!"
He quickly obliged and his father frowned at him for a moment before banishing the smoke, which was spreading through the room, the spilled Potion and the entire cauldron.
"Longbottom! Didn't I warn you?" Severus snapped and glared at the frightened Gryffindor. "Fifty points from Gryffindor and detention this evening with Filtch. If you impertinent fools keep this up, you can hand over the House Cup to Slytherins right away," he sneered.
Harry huffed, but didn't comment.
"Finish up and then get out, I have to repair this," Severus hissed, his wand pointed at a huge crater in the stone floor. They all quickly bottled their Potions, before bringing them to his desk and leaving hurriedly.
"By Merlin’s beard, that was a strange lesson!" Ron exclaimed as soon as they were out of the dungeons.
Harry sighed. "You can say that again. I had hoped to speak to him after class, but with the hole in his floor, I think it was better we left." It probably would be more difficult to get his father alone than he had thought. That thought didn't bode well for his meetings with Lucius either and his heart sank even more.
"Let's go and look if the classroom for DADA is already empty," Hermione pulled them both by their sleeves and dragged them to the staircase.
Sighing a second time, Harry followed her without any argument. He missed Lucius so much and he was so worried about him. And now he hadn't even had a chance to talk to his father. He had promised himself and his friends to at least try and be happy and have fun at Hogwarts, but it was turning out to be harder than he had imagined. His skin was cold and he hated that feeling, it made him feel lonely. Quietly he wondered how normal vampires could stand it. They had no mate to warm their skin and most likely not even a parent who had transformed to be with them. Could they feel warmth if they lay next to a human? Harry didn't think so.
He stepped into the classroom, which had already belonged to four different teachers in the last four years. At least Draco didn't have a usual seat here, so no chair would stare at him in this lesson. Looking up at the staircase that lead to the teacher’s private offices, he wondered what their new professor would be like and tried to push the dark thoughts away.
"I bet he or she will be no-good," Ron commented, having read his mind, or maybe his face had just been an open book like always.
"You’re probably right. I mean, he or she comes from the ministry and Dumbledore won't even say who it is. It must be really bad," Harry sighed.
"Maybe we will have some luck and finally get another competent teacher," Hermione said cheerfully.
Harry huffed. "The only possible competent teacher is not allowed to return to Hogwarts," he said, thinking about Remus.
"Well, there has to be another competent one somewhere," Hermione argued.
"There are, but none that the ministry would ever send to us," Ron muttered.
They pulled their journals from their bags and watched the same students, who had already sat with them in Potions, enter the classroom.
Wondering, Harry asked: "Do we have all our classes with Slytherin this year?"
His friends just shrugged, they would come to see during the week and neither of them really wanted to know the answer; a whole year with Slytherin just sounded too horrible to even think about.
Eying the incoming students, Harry noticed that he and his friends sat in the second row to the left, whilst Pansy and her friends took the places on the right side in the very front. He wanted to snort. The girl had never been very studious and always purely relied on her looks. He supposed that her father wanted her to do better now that she was supposed to catch the attention of his mate. Harry knew enough about Draco to know that a brainless housewife would have been enough for him, but he also knew that everybody realized that Lucius Malfoy was much more complex and difficult to impress. And again the cold feeling returned at the thought of Draco. Could it be possible that he wasn't feeling Lucius’ sorrow, but just wasn't allowed to think about his mate's dead son? Did his instincts have something against it? Scowling, he pushed the sensation away, refusing to be annoyed by the prat even after his death, and eyed Pansy again.
Looking at the dark brown corkscrew curls, her round, soft looking hips and thighs, he could understand why Lucius never found the female body appealing. There were beautiful girls, like Hermione, who had a natural kind of beauty (whenever she tamed her hair), but he still could not envision himself getting intimate with them. He loved the hardness of Lucius’ body against his own; his strong muscles...
Sighing he conjured the picture of his mate sleeping that morning before he had left for Hogwarts, to the forefront of his mind. He wanted to slide his fingers over those muscles again, wanted to touch his warm skin and feel his heat.
With a frown, Harry pulled himself back to the present; fantasizing about what he could not have in the next weeks would not help to keep his mood, at least to some degree, happy. He tried to distract himself by listening in on the conversations around him, hoping that he would not hear Pansy talk about her ‘upcoming wedding’ again:
"I really hope he is hot," Daphne was saying.
"I would rather we get a hot female teacher," Zabini grinned sickly and Harry shook his head. Someone had to be really stupid to pick up the sly and slutty Italian boy.
"Keep dreaming," Millicent Bullstrode commented. "We have never had a female teacher before."
"I fear she is right," Parvati sighed to her friend Romilda.
"But it would be nice for once," the other girl answered.
"Well, he or she has to arrive soon," Seamus said, obviously annoyed by their conversation.
"It really doesn't matter. The teacher will only stay for one year after all," Dean added drily.
Hermione sighed: "Isn't it sad that we are already expecting the teacher to last only one year?"
Sadly, Harry thought, his friend was right. In the beginning he had not believed the rumour, but it grew more likely with each passing year; but it probably had more to do with him being a student than anything else. Somehow, all crazy followers of Lord Voldemort liked this position to try and get to him. "It is. Slowly I am really starting to believe that the position is cursed," he frowned unhappily.
"Maybe, Dumbledore should give it to Snape after all; at least we would be rid of him after another year;" Dean suggested suddenly.
"I still think whoever it is, will be an incompetent prick and with our luck a follower of You-Know-Who," Ron muttered, but Harry wasn't listening any longer. His ears had picked up on soft, but confident steps, the sound of a cane and a sweet scent like rich wine entering his nose.
His heart started to race madly at the familiar, intoxicating smell, but this couldn't be, this was not possible. And at the same time his instincts were telling him that it was exactly what he had hoped. The soft steps and clunk of the cane grew louder. He tried to calm himself down, because he didn't want to get disappointed in a moment. Surely his mate couldn't be here; he was fantasizing out of loneliness, he thought, when a tall, lean figure entered the classroom, his silver blonde hair floating behind him, his right had strong around the silver snake handle of his cane and his cold eyes piercing as ever.
Harry gasped and nearly fell from his chair; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Lucius was his new teacher? His mate had foregone all his duties at the Ministry to teach at Hogwarts? To be by his side?
His gasp had alerted Ron and Hermione, who gasped as well.
"Malfoy?" Ron hissed, but he ignored him. Cold eyes fixed on his shortly and his cock instantly twitched in his trousers at the sight of his mate standing confidently and elegantly as ever in his classroom. But the face only contorted in disgust; still, for him it was better than any kiss because Lucius was here at Hogwarts and he would be able to see his mate every day.
He tried to stop his eyes from roaming his dominants gorgeous body; it was as if Lucius Malfoy was the glass of water in the desert and he had been about to die of thirst. He took in the elegant white shirt, which fit perfectly and tight like always. His long fingered hands were covered by the most expensive looking dragon hide gloves he had ever seen, still curling around his snake cane.
Harry wanted to stare at his mate’s beautiful, angelic face as well, but that would be too obvious he feared. And the feeling: the cold, lonely feeling was subsiding and his heart could slowly beat more freely again, even though the feeling hadn't disappeared completely yet.
His heart skipped a beat when he suddenly remembered his epiphany and blushed even further, suddenly feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl all over again. But his DADA classroom was certainly not the right place for any confessions, and looking at his stern, proud and elegant mate, who was a living wet dream on two legs, he realized that he also needed to find his courage first before he could confess anything at all. Well, he would search for it later, now he needed to concentrate on the lecture, or Lucius would be disappointed.
"He didn't tell you something, did he?" Hermione suddenly hissed, startling him. She frowned at him at the thought that he might have kept the identity of their teacher from her on purpose.
He shook his head and wondered why Dumbledore had told nobody about Lucius. Maybe he had been upset in the beginning; Harry assumed that Lucius had used his contacts at the ministry to get the job. But back then Dumbledore had not known about Lucius' new loyalties he thought, remembering the day when the journal had appeared on their book list from Hogwarts, and probably tried his best to keep one of the most famous ‘suspected’ Death Eaters out of his school.
Later, Dumbledore had probably put one and one together and had wanted to surprise him with his mate.
"Meddling old fool," He huffed and saw the corner of Lucius’ lips twitch slightly.
"Good morning," Lucius greeted them, but only stunned silence answered him. His mate, confident as ever, just ignored it and started his lecture. Harry fidgeted in his seat; Lucius’ rich, deep voice let his cock harden even further and he could feel the green silk band tightening deliciously around it, making his penis throb. Suppressing a moan, he concentrated back on his mate, hoping that the aristocrat did not pick up on the smell of arousal.
"I am sure that all of you know my name already, but for those who don’t have enough money to buy a house with enough rooms for each of their children, let alone a radio or the Daily Prophet, I will introduce myself again," he sneered with a look at Ron. Ron went beet red and glared straight back, grumbling: "Bastard."
"That will be twenty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley," Lucius smirked and the Slytherins snickered. Somehow, Harry had the feeling that the snakes would only get bolder with such a famous and powerful idol at Hogwarts.
"My name," Lucius drawled as if he was introducing the Queen Mum and not himself, but then again, he probably had never even heard about Queen Mum, Harry thought "...is Professor Malfoy and I will teach you everything you need to know for the upcoming war, regardless of which side you are on," this time his mate threw him a very disgusted look.
"I can already tell you that this will not be a normal class. Knowledge in Defence is the same as experience, so you will spend very little time reading texts. That does of course not mean that you will not need to do homework," Lucius continued and Harry shivered at his deep voice. How would he survive four classes a week with his mate sitting in front of him, sounding like the wet dream of every witch and gay wizard?
"No Defence Spell will be useful to you, if you do not live long enough to get a chance to use it. You all are still young and your classes have been very...lacking, so I will first teach you a method that will at least give you a chance of becoming old and experienced enough to actually fight. That is, if you are not Potter and blessed with an abnormal and certainly unhealthy amount of luck. Or shall I call it bad luck, for stumbling across the Dark Lord year after year in the first place?"
This time the Slytherins laughed openly and Lucius’ evil smirk was even broader than before, but it didn't disturb Harry's excited penis, which only pulsed even more violently at the sexy expression.
"We will start with animagus training," The whole class gasped.
"But Sir, it is illegal for children under 17 to become an animagus!" Hermione blurted out, not able to hold herself back at the announced breaking-of-law.
"Ten points from Gryffindor Miss..." Lucius looked exaggeratedly down to his desk where a list with the name of every student lay, as is he did not knew her well enough after the past week, before continuing: "Ah yes...Miss Granger. Ten points, as I said. You will raise your hand in my class. Even a ‘Muggleborn’ witch should have that much manners."
Harry wanted to roll his eyes at his dominant. Lucius had said ‘Muggleborn’ in such a way that it would have made no difference to call her ‘Mudblood’. How could someone put so much distaste and spite into one word?
Hermione flushed darkly and Ron looked ready to explode. He knew that he would get an ear full the moment class was over, but sadly, the man had to behave like this.
"To answer your question: Even an underaged wizard can get a special license, if he or she goes to the ministry and has the patience to fill in all necessary documents. I am still an employee of the Ministry and can draw up such a license. These special licenses are a bit more expensive than the regular one, so you all will have the option of not getting registered, but you all should remember that the amount you have to pay if someone catches you transforming without an official license in nothing close the registration amount."
Harry wanted to smile brightly. He felt so giddy. His mate would teach them how to become animagus! Moony and Padfoot would be so proud. He thought about what kind of animal he would be. His mother had been a doe, similar to her cousin James, who had been a stag like his Patronus. But he didn't know what animal his father was, or if he had an animal form at all. Not all wizards tried to become an animagus. It was difficult and needed a lot of time and patience.
A Slytherin boy had lifted his hand and Lucius gave a curt nod to indicate that he could ask his question: "But how will becoming an animagus help us in the war?"
Hermione sighed in desperation: "Stupid," she muttered under her breath.
"Not directly, unless you are a dangerous animal. But most animals are faster and more agile than humans, some can even fly and you will most likely face a situation where your only chance will be to run or hide. I told you that I will first teach you how to survive long enough to get a chance to fight."
Harry watched his mate suppress a sigh of his own at the brainless idiot, before he stepped in front of his desk and continued: "The first step in becoming an animagus is finding your animal, which is usually done by meditation. Please stand up."
Harry blinked in confusion, but rose with everybody else. With a flick of his mate’s wand the desks and chairs were neatly piled into one corner and big, soft looking pillows appeared instead.
"You will find an explanation for the meditation in your books and if you are at least a bit competent, you will at have a shape or colour at the end of this lesson. For homework I expect you all to practice every evening for at least twenty minutes. Begin," Lucius ordered.
A shiver ran down his spine and his cock twitched again, he loved getting orders from his mate, it made him want to get to his knees and caress Lucius’ body with his mouth, at least as soon as he found the courage to actually do so...
"Well, let's get started," Ron grumbled and they pulled three pillows to a secluded corner near the staircase where they sat down, their backs leaning against the wall. Harry had followed him at a slower pace; careful of hiding his raging hard on. Oh how he wanted to press against Lucius right now and rub his heated flesh against his dominant’s delicious body. He quickly pushed that little fantasy aside, before he could explode in his pants; that would be rather embarrassing.
Opening the black journal, he saw that the first three pages where filled with the extract from some book and another page had a hand written list with all the steps of the meditation. He instantly recognized his mate's elegant writing and stroked tenderly over the page, before flipping back and starting to read.
The extract was good, but the short list was even more helpful; this way, he could easily check which step followed after another. Laying the book open in front of him, he crossed his legs comfortably and closed his eyes. Everything was quiet around him; the task, combined with their stern teacher kept all mumbling and chattering and plain lazing about at bay.
He quickly fell into a trance-like state, similar to his first days as a vampire when he was still under the influence of the unnatural sleep during day time. Meditating felt natural to him and he supposed that he could learn to live completely without sleep, if he replaced it with times of meditation. The fact that he did not have to regulate his breathing until it was even and that his heart almost always beat slowly and steadily helped also. The only time when his heart was beating more erratically, was when he was intimate with his mate or the aristocrat succeeded at getting him all flustered.
Concentrating again, he saw golden lines in front of his eyes, like a beautiful, shimmering spider web. The golden threads grew bigger to the middle, where a huge dome of light was. Was this his magical core? One single silver thread went upwards and it reminded him of the substance memories were made of. He had mastered the first few steps of the meditation quite quickly: the calming of the beating of the heart beat, the entering and visualization of his inner world and he had even found his core already, but he didn't remember what came next.
Sighing, he opened his eyes again and saw Ron still fidgeting, whilst Hermione already looked very relaxed. His fellow students were all in different states of reading or meditating. He spotted Lucius sitting behind his desk, watching the class attentively. He was a good teacher, Harry thought with a smile. The only thing was that he had to pretend to be a stuck up bastard, who hated Gryffindors. To be honest, he even believed that his mate really didn't like Gryffindors very much, but he had tried his best to be polite to his friends during their stay at Grimmauld Place. But this was no well hidden Safe House, where not even Lord Voldemort could enter. This was Hogwarts and many children of his former Death Eater colleagues were watching him. They had most likely even been order to keep an eye on him.
Looking across the room, he frowned when he saw Pansy sitting directly in the line of sight of Lucius. The girl sat leaned against a wall, facing him, with her eyes closed. She was smarter than Ginny had been during the summer: her blouse was not unbuttoned inappropriately and her skirt not too short, but she sat in a way that made her blouse stretch the slightest bit over her breasts.
Suppressing the urge to growl, he looked down at his instructions, he quickly read over them again, before the urge to rip the girl's head off could grow even stronger and closed his eyes once more. He had already noticed once that he could become very possessive, even as a submissive, but then again, vampire submissives were different from most other submissive creatures. They could be cocky and disobedient if they wanted to be and a vampire dominant did not have the power to lure their mate into something they didn't want to do. Of course he possessed all the typical submissive traits as well, like the mewing or purring; it made for an interesting combination, but until now, Lucius had only triggered his famous stubbornness once.
Scolding himself inwardly for slacking in his mate's class, he finally concentrated back on the task at hand. The next step was apparently to get a feeling of his own essence, whatever that meant. Most likely, he should concentrate on his typical character traits and the little things, that made him a unique person. The book had said that if he concentrated enough and was completely in synchronization with himself, the picture of his animal should appear in front of him.
This was much harder than the steps before, which had come naturally to him. Sometimes he believed he could see some shadows in front of his eyes, but they were quickly gone again and he could not even say if he had just imagined them. The scent of Lucius hanging potently in the air, his still fairly hard cock and the lingering coldness around his heart didn't help either; but he didn't allow himself to think about all those things, he wanted to make his dominant proud, like Nagini had suggested the evening before.
Forty minutes later a shake of his shoulder pulled him from his trance:
"Hey man, everything alright, or did you fall asleep?" Ron grinned at him.
"Um...no...I was just...deep in concentration I guess," he mumbled and tried to get rid of the irritating feeling of being pulled so roughly from a deep meditation.
"Let's go to lunch, I am starving and after that we have..." Ron babbled, whilst fumbling for his already wrinkled timetable.
"Divination," he told him, remembering their timetable for the day.
Ron made a face: "We really could drop that subject, I can tell you right now what Trelawney will say to us in her lesson."
"That I will die a horrible and painful death," Harry chuckled, thinking that his death had been accompanied by being fucked into his dead relatives' mattress and a great orgasm. His cheeks reddened and he hastily cleared his throat: "Let's go then."
They left the classroom and it took all of his willpower to not turn around and look longingly at his mate. Lucius could probably smell his still very prominent arousal and he felt the older man’s intense gaze on his back, until he had rounded the next corner and was out of sight.
When he sat down in his usual spot at the Gryffindor table, a note suddenly appeared on his plate in front of him. Picking it up curiously, he read the short note:
"I have bought too many Chocolate Frogs and need someone to help me with them. Meet me in half an hour,
Albus."

"I guess you will have to suffer through Trelawney's class alone, Albus wants to see me," he said at the questioning looks from his friends.
Ron groaned: "Couldn't he have pulled you out of DADA? I need someone to play rock, paper, scissors!"
"Ron!" Hermione hissed. "You should not play anything in your classes. Even though Divination is useless, you still need the grades."
Harry watched his friends pile food onto their plates. He was relieved that they had accepted that he was not eating with them anymore. Ron and Hermione probably assumed he felt embarrassed about whatever he had to eat now. That was not true in the least, but he left them to their belief that he secretly ate tons of fruits or something equally harmless in his quarters.
"So, what do you think about our new DADA teacher?" he asked curiously when his friends had finished filling their plates. He had a guess as to what they would tell him, but he wanted to know for sure.
"Well...he really knows what we need to learn and his methods are very good," Hermione started hesitantly and exchanged a look with Ron.
"But he is a right prick!" Ron added bluntly.
Harry waved his wand quickly and drew up a privacy barrier. "He was, but you two also know that he tried his best at Grimmauld Place and that he is watched here. He has to act the part."
Hermione sighed: "I know, but in contrast to the things Professor Snape always say, he is plainly mean and cruel. Snape calls us idiots and Malfoy makes allusions to our blood status, whilst being clever enough to phrase it in a way that we could never go and complain to another teacher about him."
"Yeah, he really is intelligent," Harry mused a bit dreamily, but luckily neither of his friends had noticed anything.
Hermione grabbed her goblet and turned back to her plate, before saying: "But like I said, he is a good teacher, maybe even better than Remus. I think he most likely has more experience than him."
"To be honest," Ron confessed "I am really excited about becoming an animagus. What do you think I will be?"
"I don't know," Harry said "but maybe something tall and red?"
"Is there even a tall, red animal?" Ron asked.
"Not many, but sometimes the fur of your animal can mirror one of your strongest physical features, so I think Harry might be right," Hermione mused.
"And me?" Harry grinned at them and watched his friends frown.
"That is really difficult to say. I could imagine you as something strong and catlike, due to your Gryffindor nature, but maybe you will take on the form of your Patronus... what kind of animal is your father?" Hermione asked.
"I honestly don't know, but I wondered as well. Maybe I will ask him later if I get the chance," he mused and then looked at his watch: "Oh shit, I have to go. Have fun in classes," he said with a wink and quickly grabbed his bag.
"Yeah, yeah, thank you very much," Ron muttered.
In front of the gargoyle Harry gave the password, ‘Chocolate Frogs’ and quickly climbed up the staircase.
"Come in," Albus said, even before he had touched the door to knock. The headmaster sat twinkling happily behind his large desk, a tea set in front of him and a single goblet in front of the free chair he had already conjured for him.
"Hello, Professor," Harry greeted him and sat down.
"There is no need to be so formal Harry, just continue to call me Albus," the old wizard said and pointed invitingly at the goblet. He picked it politely up, even though he didn't want to drink anything, but a sniff at the liquid made him stiffen. It was the spiked Pumpkin Juice his father had brewed at Grimmauld Place.
He had been right after all; Albus once again knew things he shouldn't.
"How did you find out?" he asked.
"Ah, my boy. As the headmaster, I am connected to all kinds of wards. The castle picked up on your new magical signature as soon as you stepped in here after your transformation." Albus sighed and his face slightly fell: "I must admit I felt quite guilty. As your Headmaster, I should have protected you, but I wasn't able to at platform 9 ¾. But then I recognized two other changed signatures, both connected to you."
"So you know that my father has transformed as well and who my mate is?" Harry asked, picking up the juice and taking a sip. He groaned; finally something that tasted good. Not as good as Lucius’ blood of course, but still very good.
"I know about you and Lucius and to be honest, I am glad that you are mated. Lucius is a very powerful wizard and could have become a great threat to you, but this way he will be a great defender," Albus admitted.
"So...you have no problem with me...being a vampire?"
"No, my dear boy. I would have wished an easier destiny for you, but it is no problem for me. Maybe your transformation is even something good; it gives you an advantage and a better chance of surviving this war. It would have been difficult, if you did not have a blood mate, but as it is, you are no threat to the other students and Professors."
Relieved that his creature status would not get him into any more trouble, he asked: "Is there anything else you wanted to talk about with me?"
"Yes, indeed. As your mentor, I have some say in your education," Albus said calmly. Harry only blinked at him, not knowing what the old wizard meant.
"I would like you to drop two of your classes in favour of privately tutored lessons."
"But then I won’t have enough grades to pass, let alone to graduate in three years," Harry said and crossed his arms; he would not do this, he needed his graduation for his future, he planned on having a life after Voldemort.
"Of course you need your education. I will grade you for these private lessons. It is a rare, but legal method. You will be able to graduate like everybody else," Albus explained.
Harry sighed; that sounded better. "And what would these private lessons include?"
"Ah, that is the interesting point. You already have all the theoretical knowledge you need, but that does not mean that you know how to use all those spells correctly. I have arranged for you to not only train with me, but also with Kingsley, Remus, Sirius and I think you should ask your father and mate as well. As far as I know, vampires learn how to fight in their natural way by fighting against each other."
"Why so many different teachers?" Harry wondered.
"Kingsley trains his Aurors not only magically, but also physically; he is also the best to educate someone in fighting strategies. Sirius was an Auror himself and Remus as a werewolf has even more power in his human form. As a vampire, you are immune to lycanthropy. This means that you will even be able to train with him on full moons. I know you want to solve this war peacefully, but you have to be prepared regardless."
"I know, only because I don't attack the Death Eaters, doesn't mean that they will do the same," he sighed.
"I fear not," Albus agreed and then asked: "Do you already have a plan?"
"Actually I have," he said and placed his right hand with the Signet Ring on the desk. "I plan on using Voldemort's Horcruxes against him. First I wanted to destroy all pieces except for one, but then Hermione suggested that instead I collect them and try to rejoin him with Voldemort." he smirked, hoping that his plan would be approved.
To his relief, the old man nodded and smirked as well. "Ah, I see. How Slytherin of you my boy, but we both know that you have the potential." Dumbledore’s smirk mirrored his own and for a short moment, he wondered if the Headmaster could have been a Slytherin himself.
"Well my boy," Dumbledore added "I believe it is wise to follow Miss Granger’s suggestion."
"Oh, before I forget it! I found the Founders and Merlin in my new quarters," Harry exclaimed suddenly; he nearly had forgotten that bit of news, but the mentioning of Slytherin had done the trick in reminding him.
Dumbledore's eyes widened; it seems he didn't know ‘everything’ after all.
"The Founders and Merlin?"
"Yeah, didn’t you ever notice the small falcon on the Hogwarts Signet Ring? It is a Merlin, his crest. Apparently he was their great-grandfather," Harry told him.
"You truly have an amazing family, Harry Severus James Potter," Albus smiled.
Harry smiled back at his mentor and then asked: "So, which classes will I drop and where will we train? I hope not in the great hall or somewhere equally obvious."
"We will not train in the great hall, it could possibly frighten you fellow students, but I still have to come up with a good place. The room of requirements will not be strong enough to hold both our magical energies when we start to fight earnestly."
Harry thought that it would be more than a possibility that the other students get frightened, if they saw him train with Albus, Remus or his mate.
"As for the classes you will drop, it will be Divination and History of Magic. I know that they are both interesting classes, but they are also the ones who are the least useful for your life after Hogwarts," Albus said with a somewhat apologetic expression and Harry gave him an incredulous look. Divination and History of Magic important classes?
"I am also currently collecting memories, which might help you find the Horcruxes. Tom was not always insane and will have them hidden quite thoroughly. To be frank, I believe that he was unaware of the piece of soul inside you, or he would have taken more advantage of it. He could have done much more harm than an occasional vision, regardless of how agonizing they were," Albus explained.
"And Nagini? Was that a coincidence as well?" He asked.
"I do not think so. It is more likely that Tom had planned on finding a fitting object and change the vessel of his soul piece, but for him it had to be meaningful and such an item is hard to find."
He nodded in understanding; that sounded pretty likely. Voldemort would not put part of his soul in an empty butter beer bottle, even if it would be quite the good hiding place. He drank the rest of the juice and licked his lips contently, before looking up to his mentor again.
"Well Harry, I will send for you as soon as I have found a room for our training," Albus said, closing the meeting.
"Ok. Um...what do I do now...I mean, should I go to Divination one last time?" Harry inquired.
"I don't think that this is necessary. Use the time for yourself; you have many duties on your shoulders," Albus answered with a smile.
He skipped down the stairs, happy that he did not need to suffer through his two most hated classes any longer. Arriving in front of his private quarters, he saw Nagini just entering them.
"How did you open the door?" He asked her in astonishment.
"I am bonded to you, I don't need a password," Nagini hissed in explanation.
"Oh...that sounds useful," he blinked and followed her inside.
Going to the living room, he decided to make some plans for the Order; he still had to change a lot about it and now he had time.
"Good day, Harry," Rowena and Godric greeted him.
"Good day to you too," he replied and chuckled at the other, quietly snoring portraits.
"How was your day?" Godric asked curiously and looked down at him, as he made himself comfortable on the creamy leather couch.
"My day was good. My mate surprised me, he is the new DADA teacher," he grinned happily.
"That is good, you have been mated for too short a time to live without your mate for long," Rowena said and smiled softly. "I am looking forwards to meeting him," she mused. Harry hoped she would not ask Lucius to strip for her as well; his mate would not oblige so willingly and to be honest, a single look at the aristocrat should be enough to warn every sane witch and wizards to not ask the man such a question in the first place.
Justitius came fluttering from somewhere in his quarters and chirped happily, before nuzzling his cheek and hanging himself upside down on his sleeve. He meanwhile pulled out a quill and some parchment and started to think about where he should start.
First of all, he needed to find out who might be interested in joining him. His friends would be able to help with that, but they didn't know everybody either. Looking down, his eyes landed on Nagini.
"How much of the human language do you understand?" He asked her.
"I cannot speak your language, but since my bonding I have come to understand more of it; but I could always read humans quite easily. Your kind smells of every emotion you experience," she answered from her spot on a soft carpet.
"I need to find out which students would want to help me defeat your old master," Harry told her. "Could you help me with that?"
"I will look around a bit," she agreed.
Hoping that he had not just set a giant, 10 foot long snake loose on the student body, he thanked her. "Thanks. Please try not to scare them."
"I do not scare anybody who does not deserve it," Nagini huffed. It probably would not help to try to explain to her that most humans are frightened of such huge reptiles, even if it had not lived with Voldemort for over a decade, so he simply returned to his parchment.
Maybe he should install a second headquarters for the young members of the Order? Grimmauld Place was getting too small and frankly, it could be quite bothersome to live with so many adults sometimes. Especially Molly, who often wanted to protect them from things they did not need to be protected from or ordered them around like little children. But where? He would need powerful wards, maybe even a Fidelius Charm or... Harry smiled suddenly. Or he could use Privet Drive. It was very well protected, even without a Fidelius Charm. They would have to renovate the place to make it more comfortable for wizard and maybe they should enlarge it magically, but Hermione would surely help research the necessary spells. He made a mental note to ask her at dinner.
Being satisfied with his ideas so far, he decided to take Albus at his word and do something for himself. Ten minutes later he was on the Quidditch pitch with an excited bat and mounted his broom. He flew for the whole afternoon and even forgot that he had promised his friends to explore his new quarters with them. Ron, who had finally spotted him from Gryffindor Tower, joined him an hour before dinner.
When they met Hermione later in the great hall, she wrinkled her nose in offense at Ron's dishevelled and sweaty appearance and blinked in surprise at him; he looked as if he had just lay lazily in bed and not flown for the last four hours. His hair was messed, but he was not out of breath and most importantly not sweaty.
He cast the silencing spell again, before turning to the girl: "I wanted to ask you if you could help me with some research," he started.
Hermione's face lit instantly up: "Of course. What do you need to research?"
"Count on her, if you need to find out something," Ron commented and piled some potatoes on her plate, more than she would probably be able to eat. Harry snorted, before explaining: "I plan on renovating Privet Drive and making a second headquarters out of it."
Hermione frowned. "You want to close Grimmauld Place?"
"No, I just want to add a second one. Grimmauld Place is getting too small, even if I don't recruit new members and I thought it would be nice to have a separate place for...you know..." Harry fidgeted nervously; he didn't want to offend anybody.
"For the younger ones?" Hermione suggested helpfully.
"Yes," he agreed with a blush, feeling a bit uncomfortable to hear his rude thoughts aloud.
Ron beamed excitedly at him: "That's great Harry. Mum is nice and all, but she gets on my nerve whenever the Order is mentioned."
"That's about what I thought too," Harry admitted, glad that his friend was not offended.
"But Privet Drive? It is a muggle house," Ron complained.
"To choose Privet Drive is actually a brilliant idea. The house already has strong wards and with some spells, we will be able to change it enough for wizards to live there comfortably," Hermione said and pulled a parchment and a quill from her bag and started to scribble down notes.
Ron's face suddenly brightened as well: "We will annoy the hell out of your not-so-late-family," he snickered.
"It will already annoy them to see magic used in their precious house. They still believe that it's theirs, not even Lucius could make them see reason," Harry told Ron and looked up at the head table, but his mate was not yet there.
"So, what did Professor Dumbledore want?" Hermione questioned.
Harry grinned and winked at Ron, his friend would be so pissed. "He told me that I don't need to go to Divination and History of Magic. Instead I get private tutoring."
"You're not serious, are you?" Ron pleaded.
Harry laughed at his exaggerated quivering bottom lip: "I have to learn how to use all the knowledge that the ritual put in my head."
Sighing, Ron admitted: "I guess you are right. But why those two classes?"
"Because," Hermione said knowingly. "The chance for Harry not needing any of those classes in his life is high and if he miraculously finds his burning passion for History of Magic, he can just buy a book. That really is a topic you don't need a teacher for."
Ron laughed so hard at the image of him finding his ‘burning passion’ for History of Magic, that the gulp of Pumpkin Juice he had taken a second before came back out of his nose.
"Oh Ron, you are such a pig!" Hermione exclaimed and shoved a napkin in his face.
Meanwhile, his attention had shifted to the great double doors of the hall. Lucius had just entered and strode with long, confident strides over to the other teachers. Harry followed the movements of his strong leg muscles, which showed just enough through the expensive fabric of Lucius’ pants to drive him crazy.
He quickly averted his eyes, before his cock decided to stir again.
"Harry, if you are finished we could go to your rooms and look around a bit," Ron pulled him out of his musing and made a motion to the doors with his head.
"Sure. You know that I am finished," he said.
"Just being polite," Ron replied with a grin.
They returned to his room and started their investigation without delay. The bedrooms were all located at the end of the long Hallway and it was easy to guess which one had belonged to whom. He was sure that his father and mate would love Slytherin’s former quarters, with its rich greens, light silvers and dark wooden furniture.
Rowena's bedroom was more of a small library with a bed in it than anything else. One closet stood in one corner, a desk in another and the rest was filled with bookshelf after bookshelf. Helga's rooms where light, with light furniture and soft yellow walls. They also discovered a couple of bedrooms, but Hermione was quickly becoming a bit miffed, when they had yet to find the library.
"Wow! Harry look at this!" Ron exclaimed, his head was peeking into a room, they had yet to examine.
"What is it?" Harry asked and followed him.
"I told you that you would have a pool!" Harry could hear the grin in his friend’s voice and peeked inside the room as well. "This is not a pool," Harry said and started to grin as well: "This is even better!"
The room was made from rich marble and there were three basins. Two were fairly large, rectangular and inserted into the ground, whilst the third one was smaller, round and sat on a stone pedestal between the other two. Steam was coming from this one and he could hear the silent popping of bubbles.
"They all have different temperatures," Hermione said, who had stuck a hand in the two larger basins and was now eyeing the whirlpool.
"This would be perfect for a party! We could organize a welcoming party for the new Order Members! You would be the hero of our school!" Ron said excitedly and then blushed: "Um...I mean, the hero for something other than just living." he teased. Ron and Hermione knew very well how he felt about his ‘hero’ status. He had never believed that he deserved all the fame. He had done nothing but survive on sheer luck. If someone should be praised, then it should be his late mother and uncle.
"That sounds like fun," Harry grinned and then asked: "Want to try the whirlpool?" With a flick of his new wand, he had transformed all their clothing into swimwear and ran over to the round basin, Ron hot on his heels, but Hermione said:
"I will join you soon, but first I will search for the library. There has to be one somewhere."
"Do that, Mione," Harry grinned and dived into the hot water. Of course, it did not really feel hot for him; not even warm for that matter, but it was heavenly to float on his back and let himself be massaged by the bubbles.
Ron had draped his long arms over the edge of the pool and sighed blissfully: "Don't freak when you find me in here every evening. I bet after a rough Quidditch practice it is even better."
"Or after my training with Dumbledore," Harry agreed, wondering whether a vampire could get sore muscles.
"That will be tough, man. I honestly don't envy you. Sure, it is great to have such a powerful mentor, but I bet the old coot will turn out to be more than sugar and candy," Ron mused.
"He has to be, or he would never have survived the fight against Voldemort for so long," he agreed.
Ron flinched next to him: "Hey, I want to relax. Call him You-Know-Who for once."
"Sorry," Harry hummed and looked up when he heard Hermione returning.
"Have you found the library?" He asked and watched her disappointed expression.
"I have and it is really impressive, like a whole tower with shelves up to the very top," she told them. He could honestly not imagine a library like that. How would he get to a book at the top? Just randomly conjuring them? He would figure that out later and asked the question Hermione was waiting for: "Why the crestfallen look then?"
"Because I can't read a single one of them," she huffed in annoyance.
Ron snorted: "I can't believe it. If you had told me that I have forgotten how to read, that would be something else, but you... never," he snickered.
"I didn't say I forgot how to read, it's just the script," she glared at him and held up a book at a random page.
Harry stared at it for a moment and then recognized the little signs: "That’s Parselscript!"
"Parsel-what?" Ron asked.
"Script, Parselscript. It is writing only Parselmouthes possess. I used it to bind Nagini and Lucius to me when we first arrived at Privet Drive," Harry explained and then asked his female friend: "Are you sure they are all written in this script? I mean, only Slytherin was a Parselmouth and maybe Merlin..."
"I even tried to accio a book in English, but nothing," she said and laid the book on a stone bench before sliding into the water as well.
"Strange," Harry muttered and when he saw the empty portrait on one wall he shouted: "Hey Merlin, I have a question. Would you come to the bath please?"
A moment later not only Merlin, but also all his great-grandchildren appeared and squeezed into the portrait.
"Yes?" asked Merlin and his green eyes twinkled as merrily as Dumbledore’s blue ones.
"Hermione said that there are only books written in Parselscript in the library, is that true?" He asked. When Merlin nodded, he inquired: "How so? I thought only Slytherin could speak Parseltongue."
Godric grumbled something and turned his back to them.
"I am the most talented at Parseltongue," Salazar drawled and Merlin threw him a disapproving look. "With the exception of Grandpa of course, but we are all gifted in some way."
"Gifted in some way?" Hermione questioned.
"Yes, Salazar and Rowena can speak and write the snake language, like I myself," Merlin explained. "But Helga and Godric only can write and understand it, but somehow they never learned to also speak it. This was especially difficult for Godric and did not come as easily as for my other grandchildren. We often used the Parselscript as a safety method, but there is a charmed parchment on one desk. You just have to add the names of those who you want to allow to read the books and they will be able to, as long as they stay in your quarters."
Hermione sighed in relief.
"What do you mean that Parseltongue did not come as easily to Godric?" Ron asked and Harry could hear Godric mutter some obscenities.
Merlin smiled down at them softly, before elaborating: "While the others could naturally speak or at least write and understand the language, Godric had to actually learn it."
"No wonder that there is no Gryffindor with this gift besides Harry," Ron muttered.
"There is no other Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff either," he reminded him.
"Really? How unfortunate," Merlin sighed.
"Do I assume correctly when I say that there are speaking Slytherins?" Salazar smirked.
"Yes, but only one; your self-declared heir. We are the two last ones with this gift," Harry told him and Salazar's face fell as well.
They talked for another hour when Hermione declared that she and Ron had to go back to the common room because curfew was only 30 minutes away. Harry spelled their clothes back on and they agreed on meeting the next morning in his living room at eight, because they had a free double period first thing.
"You still have to establish doors," Merlin said suddenly, appearing in a portrait in the hallway.
"Doors?" Harry asked, suspecting that he didn't mean the normal ones.
"Yes, when you say ‘door’ and where it should lead in Parseltongue, whilst pressing your wand to the wall, then a door will appear, which leads directly to the destination," the wizard said.
"Really? Then my mate could visit me more easily," He grinned and went over to the wall next to the door which lead to the rest of the castle. "Door, Lucius' private quarters," he hissed and a door appeared. There was no indication as to where it lead to and he was relieved. But he would only test it after he had told his mate about it, in case the man did not appreciate his sudden appearance. He created a second door to his father and even one to Dumbledore. Not even ten second later, Dumbledore's door opened and the Headmaster peeked inside:
"Oh, my boy, I wondered what kind of door this was," the old wizard said, apparently as curious as all Gryffindors.
Smiling sheepishly, Harry explained: "Merlin told me I could create shortcuts and I thought it would be easier this way, with me as your apprentice and the whole Order business."
Maybe he should have asked first. Somehow, he hadn't imagined that the doors would work both ways.
"That is quite alright, my dear boy. Ah, is that Merlin?" Albus glided past him and stepped in front of the portrait Merlin currently resided in.
"The similarity is astonishing," Albus mumbled.
"You must be Dumbledore, the current headmaster," Merlin greeted his very similar counterpart.
"I am, but it is enough when you call me Albus, I am after all only a wizard, who leads this school for your great-grandchildren," Albus replied politely.
"How is my heir doing?" Merlin asked and Harry groaned inwardly, when Albus answered: "He is quite the special child, if you would like to accompany me to my office, I could tell you some amazing stories about him. I think Harry would like to go to bed soon. He has classes tomorrow after all."
Great, Harry thought as he watched both old men disappear again. Now, he had two old geezers at his neck. A dream come true. He watched Nagini opening the door to the huge bathroom and decided that he really would just go to bed. He didn’t yet have much to do. Classes were starting slowly and except for meditating, he had no homework.
Hoping that his mate would come by soon so that he could finally tell him about his feelings, he went into his bedroom and simply undressed, before climbing under the covers and extinguishing the torches for the night. Making himself more comfortable, he closed his eyes and decided to meditate for half an hour before he would actually go to sleep.
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Lucius left Severus’ private rooms, his cane in his left hand, a smug smirk tucking at his lips and made his way up to his own. He had visited his friend a few times in the past and had known how to find the Potion Masters quarters. On his way through the dark corridors, he thought about his first day as a teacher. When he had bonded to Harry, he had known instantly that he had to find a way to stay at his little submissive's side and with Harry in possession of his ‘Lord's Horcrux’, it had not been very complicated to convince the dark wizard that a second Death Eater at Hogwarts would be a good idea.
The Dark Lord of course had no idea that the Horcrux was already safely sealed away, but he would not enlighten the man. First, he had wondered how it was possible for his former master to not feel the loss of a piece of his soul, but considering that the crazy man had split his soul into seven pieces, it was very likely that the pieces did not have enough power anymore to remain connected to the main soul like it was usually supposed to be with Horcruxes. Well, that was the result when a Halfblood tried soul magic; it could only go wrong, he sneered inwardly.
Dumbledore had been rather opposed towards his new teacher and had tried everything to convince the Ministry to send somebody else, but he had called in some favours and the old coot had not been able to remove him from his new position. In the Ministry, his request to be sent to Hogwarts as a Professor had gained him some odd looks, but no one dared to question a Malfoy, not even the Minister, or more precisely: Especially not the Minister.
Dumbledore had quickly backed off after he had been introduced as a spy by Harry and after he had gone to the old wizard a second time. The old man probably once again knew more than was healthy for the meddling old fool, or anybody around him, but at least he had granted his request to arrive at Hogwarts a day later. The Headmaster’s eyes had twinkled knowingly and agreed without further questions.
His little submissive's surprised look when he had entered the Gryffindor’s class had been worth all the difficulties. His gape would surely have been suspicious if everybody else had not been gaping as well. What had been even more exciting than his mate’s shocked expression, had been the strong smell of arousal that had started to emanate from the boy only moments after his arrival. He would like to know what exactly had triggered this reaction so that he could use it to his advantage. Harry was his little mate and he loved the child, but he was still a Slytherin.
Thinking about Harry, he decided to search out the boy and pay him a late night visit, maybe he could relieve him of some of his earlier ‘tension’. Licking his lips, he turned in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower. His mate would most likely want to be as close to his friends as possible.
When he arrived at the repugnant portrait which guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor tower, he was pleased to see that he had been right. Next to the portrait was a door with a Merlin and the Hogwarts Crest on it. To his surprise, the door swung open as soon as he was close enough. He had expected to have to guess the right password, but maybe the magic of the castle had recognized him as Harry's mate.
The hallway he entered lit up as soon as he stepped inside, but he had no eye for the beauty of the Founders Quarters and instead sniffed the air to find out where exactly Harry was. He could smell his little mate, but also Granger and Weasley and even Nagini and his little bat. He quickly picked up the strongest smell and went down the long corridor, until he stopped in front of a door to his right.
Hesitating a moment, he forewent knocking and just stepped inside silently, maybe he could surprise his mate a bit.
A small smile tucked at his lips, when he saw his little submissive lying under a heavy, red comforter, already fast asleep. He lay on his stomach and his arms were wrapped around a pillow. Lucius’ heart skipped a beat when he heard Harry mumbling "Lucius" in his sleep. His Harry was dreaming about him.
He crept closer and carefully removed the blanket from the boy, thinking that the innocent looking child must have done the exact same only a day ago.
Harry's smooth, nearly translucent skin came into view and he growled in appreciation at the sight of his naked mate. His eyes roamed those small, but very round and perfect buttocks in front of him; they drove him crazy on a daily basis knowing that they hid the precious entrance to his mate.
Letting the blanket fall carelessly to the floor, he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and started to stroke sinful patterns over Harry's back. If life would grant him so much freedom, he would be content to just caress Harry’s soft skin all day long. He felt Harry shiver underneath him and heard him moan silently. To evoke such a reaction from his mate was wonderful. Climbing onto the bed, he proceeded to carefully massage his little mate. Oh how he loved touching Harry. Harry sighed in contentment and shifted a bit closer to him, seeking his body heat.
He had never massaged Harry before and was surprised to find hard muscles under his pale skin. He had already wondered where the strength of a submissive vampire would come from, seeing that the boy looked as if he did not possess a single muscle on his body, but now he could feel that it wasn't just bones under his flesh. That of course didn't mean that the boy was even remotely as strong as he, but he would not have any problems with a human.
Leaning forwards, he nuzzled Harry's slender neck and pressed a second kiss to it, making him shiver. His roaming hands moved lower, but he had no plans on moving them to more private areas than his mate’s back and legs. As a dominant, his sexual urges were strong, but Harry had shown him that there was an intimacy that did not require sexual contact. After his transformation and bonding to the child-vampire, Lucius had expected that it would be difficult to refrain from taking Harry again. Like most Purebloods, he knew everything about physical desire and how to please a body, but Harry was the first one who had taught him how to love, and now it was easier to relish in the small kisses and embraces he got from his mate.
He had never told Harry how difficult it had sometimes been in the beginning and always reassured the young submissive that it was fine if he took his time to get comfortable in their relationship and the trust he had returned for his patience was well worth every unattended hard-on. He would never think otherwise.
"Lucius?" Harry's soft voice pulled him from his musings and he startled a bit. He had been so deep in thoughts that he had not noticed his little submissive waking up.
"Yes, Harry, it is me."
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Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. He still felt tired, but he couldn't just fall back asleep when his mate was right there.
"What time is it?" He asked and climbed into Lucius’ lap, snuggling against his strong chest.
"Only one in the morning," his mate said and pressed a light kiss on the top of his head.
Snuggling even closer, he laid his head on the strong shoulder in front of him. It was so nice to have Lucius with him again. All day long he had itched to just go up to his mate and kiss him. To see the aristocrat walk through the halls of the castle he considered home, which was actually his home now, had made his heart flutter, or maybe it was still the realization that he had fallen in love with the man.
Suddenly it struck him: This was the perfect opportunity!
But just then all his stupid fears came back. What if Lucius laughed at him after all? What if he didn't want such a deep relationship? Many men preferred loose arrangements; he had gathered that much from the boy's conversations in the Gryffindor Common Room. He fidgeted a bit, remembered the rule about fidgeting, stopped and instead started to bite on his bottom lip.
"Harry, is something wrong?" Lucius asked with concern, but it didn't register in his mind.
Maybe he shouldn't tell his mate, but then again, he would hate to keep something from Lucius, especially something that felt so important to him. A hand cupped his cheek and he was startled.
"Harry, is there something you want to tell me?"
He blinked; had Lucius already asked him the question before? Seeing his dominant’s frown, he thought so.
He started to fidget again, but strong hands descended on his hips and quickly held him in place. "Um...yeah...I guess..." he stuttered nervously, still not sure if he should tell Lucius or not.
"Is it important?" Lucius asked. His mate looked at him in open concerned and he realized, whether he wanted to tell him or not, he should decide quickly, before he could agitate Lucius even further. But maybe this was a good sign? Lucius had to feel something more than lust for him if he was concerned, didn't he?
"Harry, tell me what it is. Is it important?" his mate repeated and tightened his grip around his waist.
Making up his mind, he finally mumbled: "It is something important... at least, I think so." He was not even blushing, he was that nervous. He had never confessed his feelings for anybody: of course not, he had never been in love before. This was even harder than asking Cho Chang to be his date for the Yule Ball last year.
"Tell me Harry, or I won’t be able to help you," his mate coaxed him and he realized that his nervousness had made Lucius seriously worried.
"I...IthinkIloveyou," he mumbled so quietly and quickly, that not even his dominant’s sharp vampire ears were able to pick it up.
"What, Harry? Please repeat that a bit louder."
"I love you!" he blurted out, nearly shouting this time and then went beet red. Lucius only stared at him in utter shock, his eyes were huge and wide and Harry could see the surprise all over his mate’s face; that was something new.
But when his mate continued to stare at him in shock, he grew nervous again and shifted to slide out of Lucius’ lap feeling hurt and mortified. Lucius didn't want to hear about his feelings; this had been a mistake and now he had ruined everything.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around his body and hugged him fiercely against his mate's body.
"I love you too Harry," Lucius whispered, before claiming his mouth in a desperate kiss. Harry moaned at the sudden intrusion and then mewled submissively when Lucius pushed him into the mattress and covered his small body with his own.
His submissive side purred in contentment and the fluttering feeling in his stomach grew stronger with every second and warmth spread into every cell. He closed his eyes in happiness. Lucius loved him as well. His mate had fallen in love with him too. He was so happy. This was the best day of his life.
Wrapping his arms around Lucius’ neck, he pulled the man even closer, as strong hands roamed, stroked and caressed him. Lucius pulled away and he mewed in disappointment, but his mate’s lips where on him again in an instant. The soft kisses grew to demanding and bruising nips as Lucius proceeded to mark every inch of his skin. Harry shuddered under the onslaught of sensations. He could feel his mate’s fangs drawing little droplets of blood before he licked his precious life essence up with his soft tongue and his claws dug into his skin. All his little arteries and veins were so sensitive and Lucius knew exactly how to drive him even faster into a blissful insanity.
He moaned in pleasure at a nip at one particularly sensitive spot just below his ribs and his cock started to harden.
"Harry," Lucius breathed against him and small tingles spread all over his body.
"Lucius, please," he moaned and tugged at Lucius’ robe. He wanted to feel his mate's skin on his. Lucius obliged without hesitation and a second later his expensive robes lay crumpled on the ground. As soon as he saw that his dominant had discarded his clothes, he pulled him back down. A moan tore from his throat at the delicious skin to skin contact; this was so much better.
Now it was his turn to lick and nip every inch of Lucius he could reach, which was not much because the dominant man still lay on top of him, but it didn't bother him. A heavy, vibrating purr started in his chest and he made little, happy mewing noises as he happily sucked on Lucius’ neck, shoulder, collarbone and everything else he could reach. Lucius shifted a bit, accidentally rubbing his thigh over his sensitive cock. Gasping, he pushed into the touch, rubbing himself desperately against his stronger mate. The warm feeling was still fluttering excitedly in Harry's chest, but lust was slowly clouding his mind. Lucius shifted again and suddenly his small cock was pressed against a bigger one and he groaned in need, when Lucius ground into him.
This was so good, he wanted more, needed more. His body was burning with passion and need and only his mate could cool his heated flesh down again.
"More," he gasped and his small hands found their way to Lucius tight boxers, trying to pull them down, but his mate stopped him. He frowned in confusion at the hands that held his own in place and then at his mate.
"Harry, are you sure?" Lucius asked him gently and suddenly he understood. His mate wanted to know how far he wanted to go. Even during the moment of passion, Lucius was still thinking about him. Harry felt as if his heart would burst at that moment from the love he felt for his mate.
Thinking quickly about what he wanted, he mumbled: "I just...want to feel you. Like just now...but without the fabric between us," and tugged at the pants again. Lucius lifted his hips so that they could slide down and before he could realize it, the boxers were gone and hot flesh pressed deliciously against his cock. He groaned into Lucius mouth, who captured the sound with a deep kiss. He welcomed Lucius’ tongue back into him. His dominant seemed to burn as hot as he himself, his large penis was throbbing with need, sending shivers up his spine as he wrapped his legs around Lucius’ strong hips, urging him even closer.
His hips started to move automatically when Lucius deepened the kiss even further and the pleasure in his lower abdomen grew stronger. He had never experienced anything that felt as good as the friction of his and his mate’s cocks thrusting against each other, meeting each other; with the exception of his mating maybe, but it was a blur in his mind and he could only remember that it had felt good, but not how good exactly.
Lucius was much stronger than him, but he left him enough space to meet his dominant’s thrusts, even though he could just have rubbed himself against his mate. His heart pounded heavily with the knowledge of how much Lucius always gave him, and he arched his hips again.
He could never feel used, because their intercourse was always an interaction, a show of love, he realized now. Thrusting up again, Harry could feel his balls tightening and Lucius’ shaft was also pulsating even more violently against his by now.
"Close!" he moaned and suddenly felt his mate’s large hand grasp the back of his head and pressing him down onto his neck. Not needing to ask what Lucius meant, he opened his mouth and sank his fangs into his dominant’s soft skin. The same warm feeling that fluttered in his chest floated into him through Lucius’ blood. It tasted even sweeter than the last time he had tasted it and as he thrust up again, meeting his dominant’s pulsing member, he exploded. Lucius thrust three more times, until he had fully spent himself and then came with a hoarse shout as well.
Harry took another gulp as hot cum spread between their bodies. The purr that had stopped sometime during their love making came back with full force and his mate chuckled silently above him. After one last mouth full of blood, he carefully pulled his fangs out and licked the punctured wound to stop the bleeding, before resting his head on his mate's shoulder.
"I am so happy," he mumbled blissfully and nuzzled his Lucius' chest.
"So am I," Lucius whispered and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
Harry scooted even closer, wishing he could just melt into his mate and inhaled the alluring scent that was Lucius Malfoy. He could not believe his luck: He was mated, he was in love and he was loved back in return.
Had someone told him even half a year ago, that he would experience all this with Lucius Malfoy of all people, he would have laughed at them. But this was the truth. What had he ever done to deserve such a gorgeous and caring mate? Lucius Malfoy was perfection in every aspect, not only his looks; and he would never let go of him, regardless of how unfitting he thought himself to be sometimes. But thanks to his dominant, even those self doubts grew lesser and lesser by the day and by now he could look into a mirror and see his own beauty; that was all thanks to the amazing aristocrat next to him.
He sighed happily, the sound carrying all the feelings he felt at that moment and said once again: "I love you, Lucius. So much."
Lucius tightened his grip around his small body and answered: "I love you too. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I will never let you go."
Smiling contently, Harry closed his eyes and just relished in his mate’s steady heartbeat next to his ear. They lay there for a long time and he was about to fall asleep, when suddenly a burning pain shot through his head and his muscles cramped. He gasped at the sudden agony, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes. Lucius had shot up next to him, but his head was pounding and he could only see a blurry outline of Lucius. The feeling not as bad as the pain he had experienced during numerous visions by far, but it was still very uncomfortable.
"Harry, what is happening?" Lucius asked desperately, but he was too overwhelmed by the feeling of sudden, raging anger that fluted at his awareness. Never had he experienced something like this before, it felt as if he was actually feeling these feelings, as if they were his own and at the same time, he could clearly say that they weren't. Something like this should not be possible, it was paradox.
"Harry, please, speak to me!" Suddenly he noticed that he lay not on the bed any longer, but in Lucius’ lap. His mate had picked him up and was now cradling him against his chest, but Harry had been so disturbed by the foreign emotions, that he hadn't noticed it.
Forcing himself to answer, he tried to explain what he was feeling: "He...is angry..." he gasped. The pain was subsiding, but now the feeling was even more prominent without the other sensation to distract him. "He is so angry... and hurt. He cannot stand pain... he cannot stand ‘this’..."
"Who is...?" Lucius started to ask, but then hissed and pressed his right hand to his left forearm.
Harry nearly fell out of Lucius’ lap at the sudden motion, the jolting making his muscles cramp again, but his mate caught him quickly, his face still contorted in pain.
"He is summoning me," Lucius hissed in the same moment as Harry's bedroom door flew open.
Their heads instantly snapped to the intruder and they both sighed in relief, when they recognized, who it was:
"Daddy," Harry croaked.
"Harry, what is wrong? You should not have any visions anymore," Severus was over at his side with two long strides.
"I didn't, but he is so angry," he answered weakly, his muscles were still cramping under the onslaught of Voldemort's fury.
For a moment, he could see all the concern in his father’s black eyes, before it hardened and he said: "Lucius, we have to go now,"
Lucius gave his friend a filthy glare: "You do not honestly believe that I will leave my mate alone when he is hurting?" He snapped angrily and tightened his grip around him. He whimpered slightly when the possessive touch made his pained muscles burn like fire. His mate instantly loosened his grip around him, but continued to glare at his father; but the man held the gaze unwaveringly:
"If you don't go, then all your efforts to become a spy will be wasted and you will not be able to help Harry anymore. I hate to leave him like this as well, but we have no choice. He survived this for months without us and he will again," Severus said harshly and spelled a set of black robes onto his friend’s still naked body, before doing the same with a sweat pants for him as well.
Trying to shove the aching of his body and the turmoil of his feelings to the side he said: "Ron and Hermione know what to do, they have helped me before."
Nodding, his father conjured a Patronus and sent it off. Absentmindedly, Harry noticed that it was a stag, but a black one. A small vial was pressed against his lips and he swallowed the disgusting liquid without any protest, before he was lifted from Lucius’ lap and laid back onto the bed.
Lucius growled angrily, but Severus only said: "Harry will not be alone; Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger should arrive at any moment." As soon as he had closed his mouth, Harry’s bedroom door flew open again and a dishevelled looking Ron and a equally tousled Hermione ran into the room. Harry saw his friend’s eyes widening in shock at the sight of him lying next to an angry looking Lucius Malfoy, whilst Severus Snape towered in front of them, face once again unreadable.
"Come on, Lucius," Severus said and the protective aristocrat finally moved.
Turning to the newly arrived teenagers the dark man said: "Keep an eye on him and here is another pain potion if he needs it. We have to go now," before pressing another vial into Hermione's hands, before storming out, closely followed by Harry's still angry mate.
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