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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83472 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Warnings…some angst, m/m slashy goodness…bit of blood letting…sorry vampires like a bit of blood with their sex..lol. ;)

Severus’ warm skin against his own flesh felt heavenly to Harry, their heartbeats still racing and soft exhales the only sound in the room of requirement. Dark eyes watched with a gentle expression, Harry buried his face in Severus’ neck and breathed in the scent of the man. He could feel the throbbing vein in the man’s neck and his lips instinctively kissed the pulse point.

“I…I’m sorry,” Harry’s voice had a tiny hitch, frightened to look at the potion master after his jealous behaviour, Severus tightened his embrace, his fingers tracing along Harry’s biceps in a soothing gesture, “I couldn’t bear to think of someone else touching you.”

“Harry,” Severus’ gentle fingers tilted his chin to look at him and the obsidian eyes shining with love made Harry want to weep, “You are the only man I have and will ever love.”

Harry took a deep breath at the words, his heart filling with elation and making him light-headed. Unable to put into words how he felt , he crushed his mouth to the older man’s, bestowing a kiss that he hoped showed the man how much he loved him. Severus returned the kiss with equal vigour and soon the heat began to build between them. Soft and loving kisses morphing into hot, possessive nips and licks. The need to claim the potion master for himself still lingered in the back of Harry’s mind, body blanketing the man beneath him and his mouth dominating the kiss. Mumbling and muttering words, Harry lapsed into parseltongue and Severus moaned as the hiss words drifted over him. Each utterance seeming to wash over him and cement Harry’s need for the dark eyed man.

“Mine, mine, mine…my Severusssss, my love,” Harry reached to entwine their fingers, stroking Severus’ palm in a tender gesture, “Need to touch your ssskin, ssssmell you, tasssste you…my heart issss yourssss.” Severus, without even understanding the words instinctively knew what they meant, he fixed his eyes on Harry’s wild green depths and brushed his lips against his panting ones.

“Yours…I’m yours.” Severus breathed, Harry whimpered and deepened the kiss, tongue mapping the inside of the older man’s moaning mouth.

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Dumbledore exited the floo with deep concern on his face, taking the sight of the frantic Remus and the pale Lucius. His usually twinkling eyes were grave as his gaze went past the men to look at the blood covered vampire, lying deathly white and still on the bed. The wound, which Remus suspected was a bite from Nagini was still bleeding and a white bandage was soaked with the girl’s life blood.

“Show me the wound.” he asked, Remus gently removed the dressing and his face fell at the sight of the still open bite. Amber eyes filling with tears as he looked down at the unconscious Amelia. Dumbledore let out a deep sigh, nodding his head and confirming their suspicions.

“It indeed looks like it could be a bite.” his voice worried and he added with a concerned tone, “But if we’re wrong, an antidote could kill her.”

“We need Severus.” Lucius begged and Remus reached across the touch the flustered blond.

“How can we tell if it is a bite from Nagini?” the wolf’s voice enquired with a soft tremble in the man’s tone.

Dumbledore stroked a lock of hair from Amelia’s forehead, whispering a word and suddenly stumbled back, his eyes glazed.

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Heat poured from the whimpering blond, Draco thrusting up into the mouth of the smiling vampire. His engorged cock hitting the back of Saul’s throat, drawing a hearty grunt and a moaned expletive from the normally haughty blond.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…Saul.” he whined, the vampire squeezed the base of his cock to halt his release. The hazel eyed vampire moaning his appreciation at the taste of the blonds’ steadily dripping pre-come, the vibration travelling through Draco’s flushed body. Hips lifting accompanied by a loud whimper, Saul’s eyes narrowed with arousal and his mouth sucked harder. Grey, unfocused eyes looked down at his evil tormentor and ran shaky fingers through his long, dark hair before pulling at it painfully with frustration. The bedchamber echoing with the delighted whimpers and groans of lust that spilled from both men.

“PLEASE!” Draco screeched, his voice tampering off into a lusty whimper as Saul doubled his efforts. The older man’s nose now pressed into the crisp blond curls surrounding the base of Draco’s rigid shaft, swallowing around the obstruction. Draco threw his head back and screamed with desire, the vampire’s eyes fluttered shut at the needy sound. Saul brought up his fingers to trace around the clenching pucker of Draco’s entrance. The muscle gave way to the press of two of his fingers and he moaned around the mouthful as Draco’s body pulled his digits inside the smooth heat.

“Yes, yes…fuck me.” the blonds’ pleading tone broke any resolve to drag out the pleasure for them, pulling back from Draco’s cock with a loud slurp. Grabbing his hips and yanking the writhing teen down onto his cock, both of them screaming with bliss at the sensation. The pace was brutal and fast, the teasing over. Draco keened, arching his back and pushing down to meet the vampire’s hard thrusts.

“My Draco…oh,.oh.” Saul uttered his face serene with pleasure and his fangs elongated, shining in the firelight. Draco’s eyes flickered shut for a second at the breathtaking vision of the handsome vampire, reaching a trembling finger to touch the tip of one of his fangs. Hazel eyes snapped down to look at him, the moment charged with arousal and something else. Draco’s heart was beating loudly at the combined feelings of Saul deep inside him, stretching him to the point of pain and the look on the vampire’s face.

“Saul.” Draco whispered, wincing as the razor sharp point breached his finger, a bead of blood spilling down his hand. Saul’s pupils dilated at the sight, eyes following the path of the blood. The tip of Draco’s finger tracing along Saul’s bottom lip, spreading the blood and Saul lapped at it eagerly, Surprised when Draco grabbed his hand to lick the tip of his fingers, nipping at them, the bites hard but not enough to break the skin.

“Draco?” Saul’s voice was husky with arousal, the blond lapped at his fingers, this time his teeth bit harder breaking the skin and Saul moaned at the sensation. Looking at Draco’s mouth now stained with his blood and tasting the blonds’ on his tongue. Saul swooped down, crushing their mouths together to share each other taste. Thrusting deep and fast into the whimpering teen, Saul’s fingers gripped his hips hard.

Draco struggled to get his breath, the taste of his own blood and Saul’s filling his mouth. The thrusts deep inside him hitting against his prostate and making him see stars. Staring into wild hazel eyes and losing himself in the depths. Heart beating erratically as Saul’s tongue dominated his mouth while his cock plundered him. Draco couldn’t hold in the whimpers of bliss that spilled into the vampire’s addictive mouth. The blood coating his tongue seemed to travel though his body, his nerves on fire and his skin tingling. Something about the carnal act of sharing blood adding to the intoxicating feelings already coursing inside him. Saul’s pace became jerky and Draco sensed his climax was on the brink. Arching his spine to allow him to penetrate deeper, Draco gave into the overwhelming urge to come. Taking a breath, his body began to shake with the intensity of his orgasm and his cock spilled over both of them without even being touched.

Saul let out a roar of completion, the feel of Draco contracting around the base of his cock pulling the orgasm from the thrusting vampire. Burying his face in Draco’s smooth neck and licking the throbbing pulse point. Draco tensed beneath him at the sensation and Saul’s cock spurted deep in the moaning blond as he sank his teeth into the tender flesh. The combined sensation of Saul coming inside him and his fangs piercing the skin made Draco’s cock spurted once more weakly, wrapping his arms around the feeding vampire and holding him close.

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Moans panted into each others mouths, Harry ran his fingers through Severus’ hair and devoured his lips. The heated sex from earlier allowed them the patience to slowly explore each other. The room having supplied a soft bed for them, there they languished enjoying the touch and taste of one another.

“Mmmm Harry.” Severus whispered, the husky tone in the voice fuelling the heat in the room. The thudding of their hearts began to increase as they surrendered to the passion. Soft, tender kisses becoming deeper and longer. Playful nips to pouting lips and duelling tongues breaking the tranquillity of the room. Delicate touches transforming to tighter grips and harder embraces.

“Severus,” a kiss to the neck, “Mmm want you,” a lick on the skin, “Touch me.” begged words falling freely from both men.

“Yes, yes,” soft strokes along firming flesh, smearing gathered fluid, “Mmmm need you, love you.” eager words filling the room.

Harry slid effortlessly inside the writhing potion master, the heat wrapped around his shaft like a velvet glove. The pace was slow with languid deep thrusts and unhurried withdrawals. Severus kissed Harry, breathing and moaning into his mouth as he revelled in the feel of Harry buried inside him. Harry returned the kiss, focusing on the feel of Severus’ lips against his to distract from the urge to come. The sensation of the older man opening up to allow him inside was overwhelming, the fluttering of the muscle around the base of turgid cock pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

“Se’rus…God.” Harry whimpered, thrusting forward harder and earning a hitch in Severus’ breathing.

“More…faster…harder.” Severus croaked out, the tranquil mood forgotten as both men gave into the need. Immediately, Harry complied and his thrusts became deeper. Severus writhed underneath him, his own cock slapping against his abdomen and spilling pre-come. The scent and sound of sex rebounded in the room. The caress of Severus’ cock against Harry’s toned stomach igniting the fire within him. Deep thrusts speeding up and Harry tilted Severus’ hips. Angling his cock to brush against Severus’ prostate on every thrust inside, the potion master gasped and arched his back.

“You like that?” Harry asked, breathlessly.

Severus appeared to have lost the ability to speak merely nodded his head, frantically. His face flushed and his dark eyes glazed with arousal. Harry felt his body burn from inside out, the sensation bombarding him and making him struggle to catch his breath. The urge to come outweighed by the blinding rush of love he felt as he looked down at Severus. Dark eyes met his stare and returned the look, Harry’s heart felt close to bursting. The heat of the smooth tunnel engulfing Harry’s cock on every thrust forward made his heart flutter with arousal. Reaching down to stroke Severus’ neglected shaft, revelling in the clenching of his muscles around his cock as he moaned. Timing his strokes to match his frantic, deep plunges forward and determined for Severus to reach his peak first, Harry added a swivel to his hips. Severus’ cock was hot and smooth in his hand, the skin covered shaft felt like velvet coated steel. Hearing the change in Severus’ moans and the gasped inhales that signalled his approaching climax.

“Come for me.” Harry whispered huskily and Severus spasmed around him, his release splashing Harry’s stomach and coating his hand. Harry locked eyes with the keening man, black orbs staring into his fevered green eyes.

“I love you.” those three words pulled Harry’s climax from him, not the feel of Severus clenching around him tightly or the blissful look on his face but those gasped words. Harry slumped forward, tears in his eyes as he emptied himself inside his lover, the emotions raging through him adding to the intensity of his orgasm. Murmuring his own words of love into the glistening sweat drenched skin of Severus’ neck.

“Harry?” Dumbledore’s voice echoed for outside the room, Harry groaned and Severus let out an amused huff.

“Does he always have to ruin the afterglow?” Harry muttered, Severus pressed an amused kiss to his face.

“My boy, I am in great need of my potion master.” Dumbledore asked through the door, Severus looked at Harry with a worried expression.

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The three men entered the room with great trepidation. The smell of blood filled Harry’s nostrils and gripped his heart in a tight embrace. Terrified that the vampire would die, knowing that it would destroy Remus and Lucius. Unmoving, Amelia lay on the bed, the sheets below her drenched with her blood.

“Lucius, grab the bag and pass me the potions when I ask for them.” Severus barked, his orders pulling the blond from his anguished thoughts, following the potion master to the bed. Various coloured potions gracing the wide collection of vials that filled the bag. The potion master appeared to be uncertain of which potions would work on a vampire metabolism.

Remus stalked back and forth, amber eyes fixed on the girl seemingly not noticing anything else, he jumped when Harry touched him. Offering him a strained smile, tears brimming as Harry pulled the man into his arms.

“She’ll be okay, Severus will save her.” Harry’s voice was full of certainty and he hoped the man did not sense the waver in his voice. Watching silently as the potion master reached for various vials, Lucius looking on with a fearful expression.

“Luc…pass me the purple potion,” Harry’s heart skipped a beat at the shortened version of the man’s name that Severus used, the earlier jealously at the closeness they shared trying to rear its ugly head, “I think that combined with the antidote that this should work.” Harry pushed aside his unfounded worries and heard the apprehension in his lover’s voice.

Everyone held their breath as the man lifted Amelia’s head and poured the two vials into her lax mouth. The vampire’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, Remus reached out to touch her and she began to convulse. The bed began shaking underneath her with the force of the fit, every muscle on her body rigid. Lucius let out an anguished moan and Remus howled with despair, both men shouting for Severus to do something. Silence suddenly filled the room, the noise from the bed stopping abruptly and the vampire was still.

“What’s happening!” Saul’s voice filled the room, the vampire sweeping into the room, Draco behind him looking tired and pale.

Severus touched the silent vampire and let out a slow sigh of relief, the wound on her shoulder no longer bleeding. Lucius lay his head on her lap and began to weep with relief. Remus pulled Severus into a hug, the potion master flushed with embarrassment at the display. Dumbledore explained to the flustered and concerned vampire what has happened.

“She is sleeping at the moment, the one potion has a sedative effect,” Severus informed the others, Remus immediate lying on the bed next to the resting girl and Lucius placed himself by her other side, obviously needing to feel close to her, “I think that she will be okay, but I will monitor her for a awhile.”

“How did you know it was a bite?” Saul asked, his hazel eyes on the elder headmaster, Harry was also curious to how he had confirmed their suspicions.

“I looked into her mind.” he offered them a smile, his eyes sad as he looked at the girl.

“What did you see…did you see Bellatrix die?” Remus asked, a hint of excitement in his voice and Harry trembled at the feral shine in the wolf’s eyes.

Dumbledore stood, looking at the vampire on the bed and nodded his head. Lucius was stroking her brow lovingly and Remus held her hand. Saul gazed at the headmaster and Harry found himself uttering the question on everyone’s lips.

“Show us?” Dumbledore rubbed the bridge of his nose as if warding off a headache, his eyes on the unconscious Amelia.

“I’m not sure that I should show you,” his eyes were sad as he looked at her, “The memories are jumbled…mixed with past events.” A soft voice echoed suddenly in the room, a slight tremble and her eyes remained closed.

“Let them see.” Amelia whispered before succumbing to the lure of sleep.

Dumbledore sighed, lifting his wand to his own brow and the mist of the memories swirled around the tip. All the men pensive and silent as they allowed themselves to fall into the vampire’s past.

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“You will always be mine, my love.” Alexander’s words filled the silence and slowly the image of a smiling Voldemort came into focus. Watching with amusement at the male vampire slapped Amelia, her face sneering at him even as she bled.

“Never be yours,” she smiled, her mouth stained red with her blood. Harry noticed Nagini undulating around the base of Voldemort’s chair, the snake’s eyes fixed on the display.

“Hit the little bitch!” Bellatrix’s voice was excited, the gleam of lust shining brightly as she barely contained her glee. Amelia looked her with a cool detached manner, a small grin playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy?” her voice never wavered, Bellatrix glared at her, “Green eyed monster?” she looked at Voldemort. “Sorry, red eyed monster.”

Rather than be offended, Voldemort threw back his head and bellowed with laughter. Mirth in his red eyes as he surveyed the cheeky vampire, a sly smile made Harry’s skin crawl. Severus stroked the back of Harry’s hand, reminding him that he was there and he was instantly soothed by the gesture. Amelia stared at him, her unusual eyes fixed on his and she never broke the connection.

“Your husssband hasss been amussing himssself while waiting for you, my dear.”

“He’s not my husband,” Alexander grabbed her by the arm, his fingers digging into her flesh and Saul flinched, “Fuck off!” she pulled out of his grip and her face was thunderous.

“My dear Alexander, I’m beginning to ssssee that fire you referred to, quite the little spitfire.” Bellatrix bristled at the compliment aimed at the girl, Alexander moved closer to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Amelia recoiled at the gentle brush of his lips.

Harry sensed the tension building with Lucius and Remus, both men watching the male vampire with narrowed eyes. Amelia’s face reflected the revulsion she felt at being near the man. She stepped away and approached the Dark Lord, his snakelike eyes following her moves as she crossed the room. The other masked Death eaters in the room became alert, hands poised on their wands ready to attack the girl.

“What a beautiful snake,” Amelia whispered, leaning out a hand to the serpent who flicked out a tongue to taste the air and the vampire smiled, “Hello pretty.” The tips of her fingers stroking across the hissing head, Voldemort watched with stunned eyes and Harry realized that everyone in the room mirrored his look of disbelief. Nagini seemed to preen under the attention, head swaying and moving in a slow almost hypnotizing way.

It likes her!

Harry reeled at the display, looking at Severus whose own dark eyes were wide with a similar expression. Lucius was pale and shaky, his grey eyes never breaking his gaze at the snake. The mood was tense and surreal, everyone silent with apprehension. The atmosphere broken by her sudden movement, the words echoed in the soundless room.

“You really should protect your pets better.” In a lightning flash move, she leaned back and reached for Alexander’s sword. Voldemort shouted his surprise, ordering the snake to attack, its jaw wide and it fangs descended into the flesh of her shoulder. Screaming with agony but face set with determination, Amelia swung the blade and decapitated the serpent.

There was moment of stunned silence pierced by the roar of Voldemort. Hexes flew across the room and Amelia evaded a volley of angry curses. Brought to her knees by a killing curse shouted from Bellatrix, Lucius gasped at the sight of the vampire stumbling to the floor with a pained grunt. Remus stood, his amber eyes seemed to glow at the knowledge was what was about to happen. Alexander’s face was filled with fury, crossing the room in a split second. Bellatrix, who was watching the girl struggling to get up, lifted her wand to hex her again only to let out a squeak as Alexander grabbed her by the throat.

“I warned you!” He bellowed and savaged her neck, blood spurting as he ripped through her artery. Bellatrix let out a scream of pain and her eyes fluttered shut as he drained her. Remus smiled, Lucius touched the smirking wolf and the spell was broken, his amber eyes flicked back to the gasping Amelia.

The manor shimmered, the walls becoming transparent and Harry looked at Severus, Dumbledore offered a comforting pat to the shoulder.

“I said that her memories were jumbled.” All the men stood as the manor disintegrated around them. The vision changed, fading into a small cottage room, the heat and flames from large fireplace casting a soft glow in the dimly lit bedroom. Two naked bodies lay entwined on a soft straw bed, sweat glistening and soft sighs of pleasure drifted to their ears. The bodies writhed in each others arms and a soft cry followed by a high exhale of bliss filled the room. Amelia climbed from the mattress, her naked body creamy in the dim light and she looked down at the dark haired girl sharing her bed. Severus let out a soft gasp and Harry looked closer at the vampire’s bed partner, familiar dark eyes watched as Amelia dressed. Taking in the obsidian eyes, ebony hair and Romanesque nose, Harry turned to look at Severus, comparing the two.

Elizaveta…oh, Amelia’s consort.

The rest of the men realising at the same time, Draco glanced at Severus and then back to the potion master’s ancestor. Saul moved closer to the bed, his eyes on the smiling vampire.

“Do you have to go out?” a soft voice asked.

Amelia turned back to and there was a tender smile on her face as she climbed back onto the bed. Pulling back the thin sheet and revealing the creamy white naked skin of her consort. Full breasts and a rounded belly exposed to the warm room. Amelia leaned to press a delicate kiss to the distended abdomen of her heavily pregnant lover, kissing up to her neck. Elizaveta let out a happy gasp, her hand running through Amelia’s hair and the couple kissed, Harry turned his head feeling like he was intruding.

“My love, you and the little one need to eat.” Amelia kissed her stomach, tracing a finger over the moving bump and her eyes were alight with love. Saul’s eyes were full of sorrow and he watched the intimate embrace. Whispered words of love washed over Harry, his eyes drawn to Severus and willed the man to see his own love in the gaze. The dark eyed man smiled at him and the gaze reflected the feelings between them.

“You need to feed too,” Elizaveta’s concerned voice was soft and melodic, Amelia brushed a lock of her ebony hair from her forehead, “I wish you would feed from me.”

“You need to keep your strength up,” Amelia stroked her stomach and smiled as the baby kicked at her hand, Remus’s mouth trembled with emotion. His eyes brimming with tears, realization dawned on Harry and he clasped Severus’ hand.

Please don’t let this be the memory of her death.

“Animal blood will be fine, sleep… I will be back before you know it.” Amelia pulled on her clothes, heavy warm trousers and cloak. Elizaveta lay back and wrapped the sheet around herself, her dark eyes brimming with love.

“Do you miss the luxury that you used to have?” Looking around the plain wooden cottage, “Your life before was so lavish.” There was a hint of uncertainty in her tone, Amelia shook her head. Stalking over to the bed and lying next to the worried girl.

“My love, I would rather sleep under the stairs and be your blanket,” she kissed her lips and smiled, “Than have all the wealth in the world…you are all I need…you and this little one.” she patted the bump again with affection.

The memory became disjointed, flashes of the hunt and the scent of animal blood in the air. The night sky filling everyone’s vision as Amelia approached the cottage, a rabbit carcass tied to her belt. A snap of twig put the vampire on alert, her body tense as she scanned the surrounding darkness, a soft laugh echoed and Harry felt a chill run up his spine. Amelia’s eye widened and she ran to the cottage, the door open revealing the dimly lit interior. Harry and the others could hear her softly chanting to herself as she reached the doorway.

“No…no…no…please don’t let it be him.” reluctantly they all followed, Severus tightened his fingers and Harry turned to look at the distressed dark eyes. The feeling mirrored in the others faces, Draco pale as Saul also held his hand. A cry of despair filled the night and Harry’s heart fell. The room splattered with cooling blood, Elizaveta on the bed in a pool of rapidly slowing crimson.

“Please…please.” Amelia began to sob, her fingers touching her dead consort, dark eyes stared sightlessly at the weeping vampire. The vampire touched her abdomen and pulled back her hand with a gasp, a movement under the skin made Lucius take a loud exhale. Face pale, and with trembling hands, Amelia unsheathed her hunting knife and with tear blurred eyes she cut through Elizaveta’s abdomen. All eyes watched with horror and hope as she performed a primitive caesarean. The blood covered blueish baby lay unmoving in her arms and she looked at her dead love, tears pouring down her face.

“I’m sorry…oh…please God!” she turned the baby upside down and slapped its behind, Harry gasped and the baby let out a loud hearty cry. He turned to see tears in Severus’ eyes and Remus seemed to sag with relief in Lucius’ waiting arms. Saul’s eye fixed on the girl, his heart aching for the pain she was suffering as she wrapped the child in the sheet. Leaning to place a tender kiss to her lover’s brow, tears fell on the cold skin of her consort and she closed her eyelids, tenderly.

“I love you.” Amelia whispered, her voice broken and anguished. Harry longed to hold her in his arms and soothe the despairing girl. The walls shimmered and they realised that the memory was fragmenting, holding their breath waiting to see what would come next.

A familiar scene unfolded before their eyes and the vision of the lavish palace in Egypt revealed itself to them.

“What are waiting for?” the blood soaked, naked vampire asked with a sword in her hand. The choked gurgles still spilling from Alexander echoed from behind her. The human guards looked with horror at their slain leader, the burly vampires watched her with stunned eyes. Amelia stood prepared for battle, her body tense and Remus couldn’t hold in the lusty gasp that spilled from his lips at the ferocious figure. Even naked, she looked like a mighty goddess warrior and Harry could see the attraction that the two men had for her. All of them stunned beyond belief when the vampire guards turned and attacked the human bodyguards, screams of pain spilled into the room. Amelia’s own eyes wide with surprise, dilated pupils flashed with fire as the men approached, kneeling before her.

“We pledge our allegiance to you.” The largest guard announced gruffly and Amelia smiled, reaching down to pat his shoulder in a pleased manner.

Memories began to fade, the room shifting as the vision changed again. The sound of fighting loud in their ears and Voldemort’s voice shouted with anger. Several of Alexander’s guards had joined in the fray, death eaters pitting themselves against the fierce vampires. Amelia and Alexander stood watching each other, both of them covered in blood and their swords ready to strike. The moment tense and fraught with apprehension, Alexander broke the silence between them.

“You couldn’t leave it alone, could you?” he sneered, “Always picking the losing side.” A smile graced his scarred face.

A proud smile filled her face, her eyes shining with righteousness “I’m picking the right side,” her smile was sad and filled with emotion, “I choose the path that will protect my consorts and my family.”

His sneer faltered at the mention of Lucius and Remus, a flare of contempt in his blue eyes. The malice and spite reverberated loudly in his voice as he spoke, taunting the girl.

“I don’t see them here to protect you.”

“They have each other…I will do anything to give them a chance.” Raising the sword and her eyes were dark with resolution. The male vampire just a fraction quicker, his sword thrust forward and Amelia gasped with pain. The blade piercing her chest, Alexander rammed deeper and lodged the hilt of his sword under her ribs. Lucius rushed towards them only to be held back by the wolf, shaking his head and reminding him that they could do nothing to help her. Amelia looked into Alexander’s eyes and he reached to stroke her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut and trembling with agony, Amelia raised her sword. Harry held his breath, feeling Severus tense beside him. Opening her eyes and Alexander met her gaze, his voice soft and hushed.

“My love, you will always have my heart…I love you.” He whispered and with tears in her eyes, she swung to the side and severed the vampire’s head from his shoulders.

“Goodbye Alexander.” Her tone was awed and stunned, stumbling forward as several death eaters hit her from behind with a barrage of hexes. A serene smile on her face as she crumpled to the floor and allowed the curses to wash over her.

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The men turned to look at the vampire, the girl pale and sitting up in the bed. Unusual eyes met the incredulous stares from her lovers and offered a tiny smile. The smile morphing into a grin as they rushed to embrace her, Remus peppered her face with kisses as Lucius stroked her hair.

Harry could feel the emotion from the three on the bed, love and lust entwined and becoming something precious. Feeling Severus’ gaze on him, Harry lifted his face to stare into the dark depths of his lover’s eyes. His heart skipped and his determination was reborn, a need to protect his new family. Empowered by the overwhelming emotions that emanated from the men in the room, Harry leaned over to press a soft kiss to Severus’ smiling lips. Turning back to meet Dumbledore’s caring stare and his voice was strong, a fire burning in his tone.

“We need to plan our attack…it’s time to bring the war to him,” taking in the stunned looks on their faces, he continued, “We attack on the next full moon.”
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