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don’t own Harry Potter, because if we did, we wouldn’t bother with writing
fanfiction and we’d just put it in the books!
A/N: Here you go. The long awaited
third chapter of this story!
Chapter Three
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Draco just stared at him. “I’m
sorry, did you just tell me that you
are- Harry Potter’s mate?”
“Don’t you dare laugh! I’m
serious… all of the signs point to it being either me, or you,” Severus said, “A Caelestis will be
subconsciously drawn to their mate, with whom they feel the safest, which would
explain why he came here when he was in distress.”
“Is that all you have to go on?” Draco asked, skeptically.
“Of course not. I also have
extensive knowledge of the Carus,” Severus said, “They are very powerful and
are usually skill in the Dark Arts. This is why they are sometimes referred to
as the Dark Beloved.”
“That could be any number of
wizards, Sev,” Draco said, “You’re getting worried over nothing.”
“There’s more,” he sighed, “Ever
since he arrived, I’ve wanted to do nothing but…” He groaned in semi-disgust,
resting his forehead in his palm. “I’ve wanted to do nothing but- take him in
my arms and erase every ounce of suffering he’s gone through.”
Draco could only blink at the
uncharacteristic admission. “But- I’m sure a lot of people get that way around
Harry.”
“The Carus feels an overwhelming
need to protect their Caelestis,” Severus said, “They want nothing more than to
make each other happy. This could explain why he’s been obeying my orders with
so few complaints.”
“Right… I’ve got nothing to say to
that,” Draco said, “Are you going to tell him?”
“No,” Severus said, leaning back
and staring at the ceiling, “He could never be happy being forced into a
relationship just because it’s destiny. His life has been all about fate, so I
want this to be something he
controls.”
Draco grinned. “What’s the plan?”
“He’ll spend the summer here, of
course. I’ll just try to spend as much time with him as I can,” Severus said,
“I want him to trust me- I know his heart does, but his mind is still resisting
his natural instincts. When I think he’s ready, I’ll tell him everything and
give him the choice.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” Draco
said, “But I think you should tell him now.”
“He would reject the bond even
more fiercely and could become seriously ill,” Severus countered.
“This is just too weird,” Draco said, “This sudden attitude change of yours… it’s
scary really.”
Severus smirked. “Believe me,
Draco, my attitude hasn’t changed. My personality has just been altered
slightly to incorporate my feelings for Harry.”
“It’s still scary,” Draco said,
rolling his eyes, “And it’s a bit too sudden, don’t you think? One day you hate
him, then he changes into some strange being and then suddenly you’re in love
with him? How can you be so calm about all this?”
“Yes it is sudden, but I assure you that it was not over-night,” Severus
said, “Though you may find it hard to believe, I had been suppressing feelings
for the boy for nearly a year.”
‘That explains why you were so uptight all of last year…’ Draco
thought, grimacing.
“Yes, I know- I’m a perverted old
man… I told myself so regularly,” Severus stated, “Also, I never said that I loved him- merely that I was predestined
as his mate and have feelings for him. I don’t even know if I ever will grow to love Harry, or him me.”
Draco felt his heart clench at the
thought that they might be denied love if they follow destiny’s plan. He then
mentally smacked himself for being so pessimistic. Of course they wouldn’t be
denied love! After everything that they’d both been through, something had to go their way, right?
“Furthermore,” Severus continued,
“I am anything but calm. I may look it, but I am most definitely not calm. All I can think about is how
many ways this could go wrong… how many ways I could mess this up and leave us
both hurting and alone.”
Draco was, again, thrown into
shock by Severus’ display of emotion. One bloody day around Harry and Severus
was already showing a long-forgotten part of himself- the part that worries,
fears… feels. Draco smiled. They would be good for each other, he decided,
and made his mind up to help them along.
“So- is mating just sex?” Draco
asked.
Severus nearly choked on his own
breath at the sudden question. “Er… no, it’s not. That’s the first part of it,
but there’s also the exchange of words and the soul-bonding.”
“What’s a soul-bonding?” Draco
asked, taking mental notes.
“It occurs after intercourse,”
Severus explained, “When the Caelestis and the Carus fully accept their status
with one another and, in turn, fully realize their love for the other. The
souls merge through the mutual love and are permanently bound. In the past, the
Caelestis were killed before this final stage could be reached, more often than
not betrayed by their own Carus. Even now, some do not grow to love each other
and are never fully mated.”
“What happens to them?” Draco
asked.
“They live in partial contentment,
sometimes starting families with other witches or wizards,” Severus replied.
“So… Harry won’t be safe on his
own until you love each other?” Draco asked, wrinkling his nose at having to
voice that.
“No, only until the initial
claiming,” he corrected.
“Oh… so you have to shag, right?”
“Yes… what are you getting at?”
Severus snapped.
“Nothing! I’m just curious,” Draco
said, holding up his hands, “Um- what words have to be exchanged?”
“It’s not actually speaking. The
Caelestis must feed from their Carus so that they may be joined in the way and
the language of the Ancients,” he said.
“Right… and how will other
creatures know that a Caelestis has been claimed?”
Severus narrowed his eyes. “Aside
from a change in scent, the moment penetration occurs, a black mark in the
shape of a cross will appear on the left palm of the Caelestis.”
Draco frowned. “You sound like
you’re reading all of this from a textbook.”
“Why are you so interested?”
Severus asked, “Are you planning on meddling in my affairs?”
“Would I do something like that?”
Draco said innocently.
“Yes,” Severus retorted.
“Alright… maybe a little meddling, but I swear I won’t
tell Harry anything!” Draco said, crossing his heart with his pinky.
“You’d better not,” Severus
warned, “Because if you do…”
“I know,” Draco said, smiling,
“You’ll do unspeakably painful things to me.”
There was a sudden pop and Tonks
was standing in front of them with Harry’s trunk in one hand and Hedwig’s cage
in the other. Thankfully, Hedwig was sleeping peacefully. Tonks grinned
toothily at them, handing Hedwig to Draco.
“Where is he?” she asked.
“Sleeping,” Severus answered
simply, “He’s incredibly exhausted, so I don’t think we should wake him.”
“Oh…” she said sadly.
Severus sighed. “But I suppose you
could take a look at him for yourself. That way you can tell the wolf that he’s
fine.”
She darted to the room that
Severus pointed to, opening the door as quietly as she could to see Harry
sleeping peacefully on the bed. She sighed, thankful to have seen him in the
flesh, and closed the door, walking back into the living room.
“Thanks,” she said, “But that’ll
only hold him off for so long. I hope that letter arrives soon.” She
disapparated, leaving Draco gazing curiously at the owl in his lap, and Severus
shaking his head.
“What an odd woman,” Severus said,
“Let’s move his things into your room Draco. Is that okay with you?”
“It’s fine,” he said, “You’ll have
to summon another bed, though, because I don’t really feel like sharing my bed
with a guy…”
“That’s good, because I don’t
really feel like sharing my mate with
a guy,” Severus growled.
Draco laughed, following Severus and setting Hedwig’s cage on his desk. In a few
moments, Severus had conjured a bed, pillows, and
blankets, and Harry’s trunk was sitting at the foot of the bed. Draco sighed,
sitting down at his desk and pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill,
writing down everything that Severus had told him. Severus left him alone and, after checking on Harry, made
his way back into the living room to think about what would happen in a month
when the new term started.
Draco would be going back. That
was one of the stipulations for them to go into hiding together. However, he
had no idea what Harry planned on doing, though he imagined it would be
something disgustingly noble. He had surely already received his Hogwarts
letter, but that didn’t mean he’d be going back. Minerva had decided to keep
the school open for those students who wished to return, but even she knew that
many would not,
and simply be schooled at home.
He heard a door open and close and
looked over to see Harry step into the room, wiping sleep from his eyes.
“Not tired, eh?” Severus said, grinning.
“You were right, as usual. Don’t
gloat, it’s unbecoming,” Harry said, “Has Tonks been
here, yet?”
“Yes, and
your things are in Draco’s room,” Severus
replied, smiling, “Along with your owl.”
“Hedwig?
She’s okay?” Harry gave him no time to reply as he ran into the room and
straight to Hedwig’s cage. He opened the door and she flew around the room once
before coming to rest on Harry’s shoulder. He stroked he back fondly as she
moved closer to his head, nipping his ear affectionately.
Severus
watched the display, a small, secret smile playing across his lips. Harry
looked back at him, silent tears falling down his cheeks, and Severus fought the urge to embrace him.
“I thought for sure that he’d kill
her…” Harry whispered.
Hedwig hooted softly, giving his
ear another nip.
“Why would your relatives kill
your owl?” Draco asked.
“Mostly my
uncle. He’s the kind of muggle who hates
anything associated with magic,” Harry said, “Especially me.”
Severus
rolled his eyes, already dismissing the statement as normal teenage self-pity.
Harry sat down on his bed with
Hedwig clinging to him the entire way. “Why do you think I wanted to be
somewhere safe? Vernon had just
broken most of the bones in my body… When I transformed, they all just popped
back into place and he started toward me again. I just wanted out of there.” He
refused to meet either of their gazes, focusing, instead, on the patchwork
quilt he was sitting on. “I guess I had and attitude
or something. I would only do the outside chores, because it got me out of the
house and doing something to stay in shape. God forbid that any of them ever
had to do laundry, or dishes, or cook, or clean… I guess it really pissed him
off.”
“Well, at least we know you’re not
spoilt,” Draco said, trying to lighten the mood,
“You’ll be used to living here sooner than I was, with plenty of time before we
have to go back to school.”
“I’m not going back,” Harry said,
finally looking up at them.
“Why the hell
not?” Draco exclaimed, “Don’t you think that you, of all people, need to
be as educated as possible?”
“Yes, but I’ll do my learning on
my own time,” Harry stated, “I have to defeat Voldemort.”
“That’s why you need school,”
Draco insisted, “You have to go
back.”
Harry sighed. “Voldemort’s
soul was torn into eight pieces, did you know that?”
“What? What does that have to do
with anything?” Draco asked.
“One piece is in his body, and the
other seven are in items called horcruxes,” Harry
continued, “Three have been destroyed; his family ring, by Dumbledore, his
diary, by me in second year, and a locket, by somebody with the initials
R.A.B., who swapped it with a fake and destroyed the original. In order for Him
to be killed, I have to, first, find and destroy the remaining four horcruxes. That’s why he didn’t fully die when his curse
backfired sixteen years ago.”
“How is it that you know so much
more about everything going on with this war than the rest of us?” Draco asked.
Harry grinned. “Well-”
“Regulus
Alexander Black,” Severus said.
“What did you just say?” Harry
asked, his eyes widening.
“R.A.B.-
the man who destroyed the horcrux… Regulus Black,” Severus repeated,
“How do you know it was he who
destroyed it?”
“There was a note in the locket…
hang on,” Harry said, leaning over the foot of his bed and digging through his
trunk until he found the small crumpled paper, “It says; ‘To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this, but
I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the
real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I
can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal
once more. R.A.B.’ It makes sense doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does,” Severus said.
“What are you two talking about?”
Draco exclaimed.
“Regulus
Black was a Death Eater who was killed for turning from the Dark Lord,” Severus explained succinctly, “And I’m almost sure that he wrote that note.”
“Thank you,” Draco said, “I hate
being out of the loop like that.”
“Sorry,” Harry said.
“The next time you apologize, I’m
going to hit you,” Draco stated.
“Sor-
right… no apology,” Harry said, smiling.
Draco grinned.
“What do you want to do with the
rest of you life?” Severus asked, suddenly, “Draco
has decided to become an auror- is that your wish, as
well?”
“Maybe…” Harry said, “If I
survive, anyway.”
“Don’t say such things,” Severus snapped, “Of course you’ll survive, if only so that
you may continue to bother me.” He smiled.
Harry returned it. “Fine- I might be an auror…
I don’t know for sure yet.”
“Well, how do expect to accomplish
this without having finished your education?” Severus
asked. When Harry said nothing, he smirked. “You will continue your schooling
with Draco.”
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“I will aid you in your search as much as I can and I’m sure that
Draco will offer his assistance,” he continued.
“Of course!
That bastard killed my mum,” Draco said, “I want him dead.”
“But how am I supposed to search, and go to school, and manage to keep up with my homework?” Harry asked.
“I will owl Minerva and arrange
everything, but you will not be a
drop out,” Severus said sternly.
“That’s not your decision to
make,” Harry said defiantly.
“What do you think your mother
would say if you dropped out?” Severus asked, “Lily
would want you to continue on as you have… as would Albus.
They wouldn’t allow you to leave school and abandon your friends.”
Harry lowered his gaze to the bed
again, feeling suddenly guilty.
“Go back to school,” Severus said softly, sitting in
front of Harry, “I’ll arrange it so that you and Draco can spend weekends with
me, so we may train.”
Harry leaned into the heady scent
of vanilla, barely registering what was being said to him, and inhaled deeply.
It was absolutely intoxicating, the way the man smelled! He found himself being
pulled into strong arms before he knew what was happening, and he wrapped his
own arms around the trim waist of the man who held him tightly against a well-
muscled chest.
Harry sighed, pressing his body
even closer to Severus’. He abruptly gasped and his
eyes flew open wide. He was- cuddling
with Severus Snape, his
former professor and a man twenty years his senior… and he didn’t care. Perhaps
that was what had him so shocked- he didn’t care.
He closed his eyes again, resting his cheek against Severus’
shoulder.
Draco shook his head, chuckling.
The two of them would never last. They were too starved of affection to hold
out against their natural attraction. Not for long, anyway. He cleared his
throat and Severus glared at him over the top of
Harry’s head.
‘I guess I’m leaving my own
room…’ he thought, shrugging and walking out.
Severus
looked back down at the form in his arms. How was he supposed to resist this
creature who had melted against him, fitting so perfectly,
and was now practically purring in content? He sighed, laying his cheek on top
of Harry’s head and closing his eyes for a moment. When Harry wriggled slightly
in his lap, he moaned softly.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked,
leaning back a little to inspect Severus’ body.
“I’m fine, I promise,” Severus said, “But we do
need to stop this.”
“Why?” Harry asked, sitting back
on his heels.
“Because you don’t know what
you’re doing,” Severus answered, running a hand
through his hair, “You’re weak and confused. Your body is only…” ‘…giving into to what your heart knows is
right.’
“I know exactly what I’m doing,”
Harry countered, “I’m trying to cuddle with a man who smells incredibly sexy…” ‘Oh Merlin! Did that just come out of my mouth?’
Severus
got off of the bed and stood, breaking contact completely. “I’m going to have
Remus come over and help me extend the wards on this house to the grounds, as
well. This door will be locked and warded to hide your magical signature. Do
not come out for any reason. I will come and get you when he is gone.”
Harry only nodded,
too busy contemplating his own behavior to completely comprehend what was being
said. Severus left the room and pushed Draco in just
before he warded it. He instructed Draco to stay with Harry until he came back
and locked the door, leaving them to their own devices.
Harry looked up and around
himself, as if seeing the room for the first time. He smiled when he saw that
Hedwig was perched on Draco’s desk, looking curiously
at her new surroundings.
“So,” Draco said, grinning, “How
do you like your new room?”
“It’s nice…” Harry said
distractedly, “Do you think he’d care if I wrote to Ron and Hermione?”
“Don’t know why he would,” Draco replied, “Are you going to
tell them about everything?”
“I might as well. They’ll figure
it out when they see me anyway,” Harry said, “I think they’d rather not be
surprised with something like that.”
Draco laughed. “That’d be just
jolly, wouldn’t it? ‘Hey guys, haven’t seen you in a
while. Oh yeah- I’m a member of an endangered race and apparently I’m gay,
too!’ Go over real well, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh yes, they’d love that,” Harry replied sarcastically.
He wrote one formal letter
explaining what he was and copied it magically. He would send one to Remus and
one to Ron and Hermione. Then, he wrote two personal letters, attached them,
and sent them with Hedwig. When this was finished he flopped backward onto his
bed, sighing.
“Er…
Harry, can I ask you something?” Draco said.
“Fire away, captain,” Harry
replied.
“Who would you want to be your mate?” Draco asked.
Harry sat up, his brow furrowed in
thought. The only face that was coming to mind was Severus’,
and the more he tried to shake it away, the more vivid it became. “I guess
there’s one guy I know…” he said, “But I know he could never care for me like
that. We’ve hated each other since we met. Plus, there are other- difficulties.
So… what about you? Do you have your eye on anybody in
particular?”
“Yeah, I do actually,” Draco
replied, “She’s a Gryffindor.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at this
new development. “What’s her name?”
“Ginny Weasley,”
Draco said, grinning at Harry’s open mouthed shock, “Don’t look so surprised.
She’s cute, she’s smart, and she can
play Quidditch. She’s perfect for me.”
“Except that she hates your guts
and, as far as she knows, you hate hers,” Harry said, “You’ve got some major
wooing to do.”
Draco chuckled. “I know…”
Harry’s stomach growled
ferociously. “Man, I’m hungry. I’m going to go and get the leftover fruit
salad,” he said, standing and walking out of the room.
“Mm-hmm…” Draco muttered, lost in
his thoughts, “Wait- what? Shit!” He stood quickly, hurrying out after Harry.
Harry rounded the corner to the
dining room and looked past the back of Severus’ head
to see Remus sitting across from him. He froze mid-step and his eyes widened.
Remus was thanking Severus for the tea when his
sentence halted. He sniffed the air once and his head shot up, golden eyes with
slits for pupils stared at him hungrily. Severus
turned and saw Harry, shaking with fear. He stood just quickly enough to catch
Remus by the wrist as he lunged at Harry over the table. He slammed the crazed
werewolf against the wall, struggling to hold the impossibly strong man back.
“Get back to the room, NOW!” Severus
exclaimed.
Harry couldn’t move. His entire
body had tensed and he felt completely paralyzed. And then he was aware of
somebody dragging his bodily back down the hallway and turned to see Draco. He
was thrown into the room and Draco shut the door on a loud howl and a scream of
pain. Harry launched himself toward the door again, but Draco was blocking his
escape.
“Move!” he said, “Please… he’s
been hurt. He needs help!”
Draco shook his head slowly, a
little put off by the sudden force of Harry’s feelings. “I can’t let you out of
here, Harry. I’m sorry.”
“He needs me!” Harry exclaimed, panicking, “He’s hurt! What if he’s
dying out there? Please, Draco… let me go!”
“No. He can take care of himself,
trust me,” Draco said.
Harry bit his lip, sitting on the
edge of the bed and watching the door unblinkingly. The utter silence seemed to
drag on for hours before Draco finally moved away from the door and Severus entered the room. Harry jumped to his feet and,
without knowing exactly why, ran to embrace the man. Severus’
anger subsided significantly when he realized how worried Harry had been. He
put his arms around the boy briefly before stepping back slightly.
Harry took in the blood-soaked
bandage around Severus’ hand and his black eye, and
he felt the tears that had been threatening to spill forth since hearing Severus’ agonized cry begin to fall soundlessly down his
cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, “It’s my fault that you were hurt… if I’d
just listened to you- I’m so sorry.”
He placed his arms around Severus’ waist again, unconsciously calling his wings to
him. They both glowed white for a moment and when it receded, Severus was completely healed. Harry had stopped crying and
was gazing at Severus in wonder.
“How did I do that?” he asked,
stumbling away from him.
“You have extraordinary healing powers, Harry,” Severus
said, “Most Caelestis can’t do that until they’re
well past full maturity.”
“What exactly did I do that they
can’t?” Harry said.
“You healed my entire body in a
matter of seconds. Most have to go one injury at a time, even after their powers
mature,” Severus explained, smiling, “St. Mungo’s would be a good place for you to go after Hogwarts.
With that kind of power, after a few years of training, you could be curing Mr.
Longbottom’s parents.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Could I
really do that?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but it’s certainly possible,” Severus
said, “St. Mungo’s already has one Caelestis employed there, but her powers hardly rival your
own.”
Draco grinned. “You always have to
show people up, don’t you? First, you’re the youngest Quidditch
player in a century and now you’re the greatest Healer ever! Give other people a chance, will you?”
Harry chuckled.
“Oh yes… Remus apologizes
profusely for his loss of control- as well as my bruised ribs, black eye,
slashed hand, and many other injuries procured in my struggle to stop him from
mauling you,” Severus said, “However, we did succeed
in extending the wards, so if you boys want to explore, you can.”
Harry and Draco were already
heading out of the house. When they stepped outside, the first thing they
noticed was the large blue dome of light surrounding them.
They shrugged, figuring it was to show them their boundaries. Harry took off
into a sprint with Draco hot on his heels. Even with the extra weight of his
wings, he was fast. Finally being able to run- really run, without running from
something- made Harry feel unbelievable, and he found himself laughing with the
joy of it.
He extended his wings and flapped
them once, lifting himself off of the ground and into the air. He grinned down
at Draco, flying higher until he almost reached the top of the dome, when he
hovered for a few moments to watch Severus emerge
from the house. He waved once and then dove toward the ground, pulling up at
the last moment, much like he had done his first time on a broom, just to test
his own agility. After several minutes in the air, he felt he had a significant
amount of control over his movements in flight and landed near Draco on the
ground.
“What’s it like?” Draco asked.
“Flying on a broom is nice, but
that…” Harry said breathlessly, “That was pure freedom…”
“Sev was
watching you like a hawk the whole time you were up there,” Draco laughed,
“When you did that nose dive he looked like he was going to faint, and those
couple of times when you almost hit the house… it was priceless! I honestly
thought he was going to be sick.”
“Why?” Harry asked, confused.
Draco only laughed harder, leading
the way to where Severus stood.
“Are the wards far enough out?” Severus asked.
“They’re fine,” Harry answered.
“Good. I want you both to get
plenty of rest,” he said, “We’ll be starting your training next week. I’ve
arranged for the Healer from St. Mungo’s to assist us
for the time being. I will train you two in the art of wandless
magic until 3 o’clock in the
afternoon, then an hour break, and from 4 until dinner, she will work with
Harry and Draco and I will assist in any way we can.”
Draco groaned. “This is worse than
school.”
Harry smiled.
“Alright, to bed with the both of
you,” Severus said as Harry dispelled his wings.
Harry and Draco walked grudgingly
back into the house, where they showered in turn before crawling into bed.
Harry lie awake, thinking over the days events and growing more and more
confused by the moment. He sighed, turning on his side to face Draco’s bed.
“Are you awake?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” Draco replied in an
equally hushed tone, “Is something bothering you?”
“Something is definitely bothering me,” Harry said, “My behavior is completely
unpredictable!”
“How so?”
Draco asked, smiling to himself.
“Why did I freak out earlier? And
why do I keep- embracing him?” Harry said, “I always want to…touch him and- and
why did I come here to begin with? Why did my magic bring me here, of all places?”
Draco chuckled. Harry was already beginning to put the pieces
together. “Those are usually signs of attraction, Harry.”
“Well, I know I’m attracted to
him… that much is obvious,” Harry said, “But- why does it feel so
over-whelming? And why do I feel the need to protect him all of the time?”
“I couldn’t tell you. Maybe you
could as the Healer when she gets here,” Draco suggested.
“And what about him?” Harry continued, “You said
he looked really worried about me while I was flying… and he keeps smiling and
acting all- strange… ugh! What is going on?”
“Like I said, ask the Healer,”
Draco repeated.
“Right, I’ll ask her,” Harry said,
closing his eyes and drawing the covers up to his chin, “She’ll explain it
all.”
XXXhpXXX
There you go! Chapter three! I’m
actually rather happy with this chapter, but tell me what you think! I love
reviews, so make my day! Until next time…
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