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Turning Tides	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter three

Harry pulled his cloak tighter around himself as he walked towards the gates of Hogwarts. The snow was coming down early and heavily this year. Hermione had bundled him in his fur cloak before allowing him to leave. The cloak that had been a gift from Mikhail the minute the snow had started. It had been an uncomfortable conversation with Blaise after Mikhail's owl had delivered the first gift to Harry before taking a letter to Blaise explaining what was happening. He had had to spend an hour explaining that he really was interested in having his father court him, that he wasn't playing games with Mikhail, joining the Wizengamot and then talking over his ideas and values with Blaise before the other teen would trust that he wasn't trying to humiliate Mikhail. The gifts had been coming in steadily, all clearly thought out. The first being a box of Honeydukes finest chocolates, then his cloak, to a huge bouquet of red roses and an obscure book on defence spells. As he tugged his collar up Harry spotted a figure standing at the gates waiting. Squinting through the snow his eyes widened as he recognised who it was and sped up.

"Mikhail? What are you doing here? Is Blaise alright?" Harry asked concerned as soon as he was within calling distance.

"Blaise is fine, I am here to escort you to the meeting if you don't mind," Mikhail smiled from underneath his own fur cloak.

"Oh, I don't mind," Harry smiled shyly reaching out to accept the hand that Mikhail held out.

"You look wonderful in that as I thought you would," Mikhail smiled tugging on Harry's collar.

"Its beautiful Mikhail, but too much, you shouldn't spend so much money," Harry scolded lightly. He dreaded to think what the gifts that had been sent to him in the last month had cost. Even if the white fur cloak was beautiful.

"You are worth much more. I would have courted you anyway Harry. I have enjoyed buying gifts for you. I saw this fur when I went to buy my own cloak and couldn't resist. You will have to get used to being spoilt if I have my way," Mikhail smiled softly.

"Its still too much," Harry sighed but smiled anyway.

"Blaise informed me that I have a very good chance of winning your heart," Mikhail smirked as Harry gawped.

"Bloody Slytherins," he muttered good naturedly.

"Naturally, you should have known better than to reveal so much to him," Mikhail chuckled as they reached the apparition spot. He glanced at Harry unsure of whether he would allow a side apparition. Harry thought for a second before stepping closer to Mikhail. Smiling happily Mikhail wrapped his arms around Harry and held him firmly but comfortably to him.

"I thought he was going to hex me," Harry murmured as the spicy scent of Mikhail seeped into his senses again.

"Did he threaten you?" Mikhail asked concerned.

"He was worried I was playing games with you. My only public interactions with Slytherins haven't been very pleasant. He thought I had a thing against all Slytherins," Harry explained before they popped smoothly into the Ministry appartation point. Reluctantly they pulled apart and exited the room but Mikhail claimed Harry's hand again as soon as they had both removed their gloves, Harry's being another gift from Mikhail. An ever heated pair of black leather ones that changed to fit the wearer upon their first wearing perfectly. Harry smiled at him happily.

"So what Slytherins do you have a problem with?" Mikhail asked curiously.

"Malfoys sr and Jr, Crabbe and Goyle jr's and Snape, and its more they had problems with me," Harry shrugged.

"You are...were the Gryffindor Golden boy, people expect you to have problems with Slytherins," Mikhail noted.

"The House feud thing is ridiculous. Slytherin and Gryffindor were actually good friends, why their houses can't get on better is silly," Harry sighed.

"They were friends? How do you know that?" Mikhail asked curiously as he called for one of the lifts.

"I found a diary belonging to Slytherin, I'm translating it to be published. It has a lot of secrets about the founders that people wouldn't have dreamed of," Harry grinned.

"Translating it? Why does it need to be translated?" Mikhail asked confused, that confusion heightening when Harry tensed beside him and his hand tightened seemingly unconsciously.

"It is written in parseltongue," Harry answered cautiously glancing at Mikhail only from the corners of his eyes.

"I remember Blaise mentioning in your second year of you being a parseltongue and everyone believing you were the Heir of Slytherin. How did you end up with that skill, if you don't mind me asking," Mikhail asked, keeping his tone curious and neutral.

"I don't mind. When Voldemort tried to kill me the spell rebounded off a shield my mother created using the old magic and the sacrifice of her life. Unfortunately the shield and being hit with such dark magic had some unpredictable side effects, the transferral of the ability to speak parseltongue was one of them," Harry smiled sadly rubbing his scar.

"And because of that night you survived the killing curse, you are famous," Mikhail gently nudged Harry's hand away and stroked a finger down his scar. Harry's intense green eyes searched his face for something that Mikhail couldn't guess before he smiled even sadder.

"Because of the night I lost my parents, I'm famous," Harry corrected him softly.

"You don't enjoy your fame?" Mikhail said unsurely moving his hand down to cup Harry's cheek.

"I'm famous because I survived because my mother sacrificed herself to save me, I'm famous for surviving the night my parents were murdered. Famous in a world that call me a hero one day, a madman the next and won't allow me peace to just live my life, even at fourteen. No, I would rather just be normal," Harry breathed out with his eyes closed as he soaked up Mikhail's presence and touch.

"Normalcy is always yearned for by those who don't have it Harry," Dante's voice grabbed their attention and they turned to find him standing behind them looking amused.

"Dante," Mikhail dipped his head politely, releasing his grip on Harry's face but slipping his fingers back into Harry's smaller ones pointedly. Dante's lips turned up slightly.

"Lord Flint," Harry dipped his own head wishing his wasn't blushing bright red.

"Dante please, is there something you need to tell our little group?" Dante asked eyeing their joined hands.

"I was going to ask Harry's permission before telling everyone tomorrow night. But Harry has granted my request to court him," Mikhail smiled slightly down at Harry just as the lift reached them. The three of them stepped in and Dante glared at the couple of ministry workers that dashed towards it before closing the doors pointedly.

"Well, it is a fine match. The Zabini house has always remained neutral till now, but it is a powerful one just the same. But how is Blaise taking this?" Dante asked curiously.

"Harry it seems can charm any Slytherin he wishes. Blaise and him had a chat and suddenly Blaise is offering to listen out for things Harry may like to help me in my persuasions for Harry to join our house," Mikhail chuckled when Harry made an indignant noise.

"I wondered how you knew red roses were my favourite flower, it was a shot in the dark, especially to send to a man. Bloody Slytherins," Harry grumbled before laughing and squeezing Mikhail's hand.

"Was your friend too worried about you when you got back late last month?" Dante asked as they stepped out the elevator and headed towards the meeting room.

"Just slightly. He's a little overprotective of us. We're all very close," Harry explained.

"There are rumours that he and Hermione are together?" Gregory asked rather than stated curiously as he joined them.

"Oh Merlin no! Circe help us if two got together. Fireworks would be nowhere close enough of a description. No, I guess you would describe our relationship to each other as being more sibling than anything else," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Perhaps you should bring Mr Weasley tomorrow as well, it will be interesting to meet the last part of your triangle," Gregory suggested as they started filing into the room. Mikhail letting go of Harry's hand to lead him on with a hand on the base of his back.

"I will talk to him when I get back, he tends to be shy in official settings," Harry smiled.

"Ah, Harry good to see you again," Nessa smiled brightly on seeing them coming towards them. Dante nodded before heading to his seat beside a glum looking Dumbledore.

"He's been sitting pouting and huffing at his papers for the last twenty minutes, you wouldn't know what that is about would you Harry?" Marcus asked quietly, motioning towards the headmaster.

"He's been trying to talk to me privately ever since the last meeting but I have been refusing any meetings with him unless it is about my schooling. He's not very happy," Harry sighed exasperatedly as he shrugged off his cloak revealing emerald green robes underneath, a pair of tight emerald green dragon hide trousers matched the robes.

"That's not fair," Mikhail groaned under his breath as he sat next to Harry. Glancing up confused Harry blushed brightly when he took in Mikhail's eyes dragging over him.

"I open this Wizengamot meeting on the 17th of November 1996, are there any new members to claim their place?" Albus said. Quite a few eyes flicked to Harry remembering the uproar from the last meeting. When no one spoke Albus started giving out the notices while Harry set up his pad and quick quotes quill.

"I would like to suggest a course in wizarding traditions to be taught at Hogwarts," Twenty minutes in a Lucius Malfoy said loudly standing to capture the attention of the group. Harry paused for a second before grinning.

"I back Lord Malfoy's proposal of a course in wizarding traditions to be taught at Hogwarts, I would suggest from First year," Harry raised his hand. The silence was nearly deafening and Lucius was staring at him like he had grown a second head.

"I second," Mikhail shot Harry a curious glance but raised his hand.

"I third," a small wizard from beside Lucius nodded.

"I fourth, to the vote then," Dante was looking over at Harry.

"We can not teach pureblood supremacy at Hogwarts, it is ridiculous to even take it to the vote!" someone Harry recognised as being a member of the Order shouted.

"I believe Lord Malfoy said wizarding traditions, not pureblood supremacy," Harry said calmly.

"Its the same thing!" another of Dumbledore's group shouted.

"Teaching muggleborn and half blood students about the traditions and culture of the world that they are coming into? Rather than leaving them to struggle their way through and try and figure it out themselves. I believe it is more supremist not to teach them," Harry frowned. This caused a loud rumbling to echo around the room as they discussed it.

"Your causing trouble again," Mikhail grinned slightly, leaning in so no one would hear.

"Actually I was going to bring something like this up in the future, Malfoy just got there first," Harry shrugged.

"I think Lucius is about to have heart failure," Amelia noted amused leaning in from Harry's other side. Lucius was sitting looking stunned in his seat, not joining in the argument.

"Lord Potter-Black! How can you agree that this should be taught to students?" one of the friends of the Order members shouted. Harry sighed exasperatedly but sat up straighter in his seat.

"I agree because as a muggle raised student coming into the wizarding world at eleven I was severely over whelmed with a world I hadn't known existed. Then I was expected to understand automatically the traditions and laws of our world. Until this summer I was unaware that I had a seat waiting for me on the Wizengamot, never mind what it entailed. I had to study the entire summer to come to a level of understanding. Having been through this I can easily say that the best thing is for lessons to be introduced to teach these things. Whether we are muggleborn, half-blood or pureblood we are all witches and wizards and should know the laws and traditions of our world. Its our right," Harry said firmly before sitting back signalling he was done. Dante was smirking widely and the arguments kicked up again.

"That was a very passionate speech," Mikhail said softly leaning closer to him.

"Believe me after the migraines I suffered this summer as Hermione tried to beat the laws and traditions into my head I can say I wish with everything I had someone had taught these things to me. Its causing more of an isolation and escalation in pureblood supremecy by creating this divide," Harry spoke quietly but the others of their group heard.

"Alright its going to the vote, those for!" Dante called. "Those against!" A lot of hesitant looks were shot between Harry, Malfoy and Dumbledore before they raised their hands for their vote.

"49:51 for," Dumbledore grumbled. He shot Harry a disappointed look which was met with a blank stare causing him to look even more down trodden. Beside him Dante looked as though all his Christmas's had come at once.

As they made their way up to the atrium and out through the lifts the others were excitedly discussing the various bills that had been decided while Dante was overjoyed at Dumbledore having lost another argument. They were heading towards the fireplaces when a man blocked their pathway.

"Lord Potter-Black, may I talk with you please?" The man asked nervously glancing from Harry to the others and back again. He was around 6,5 and broad to match, his blonde messy hair and blue eyes were both slightly wild, his robes were old and worn, he also seemed to possess a nervous energy.

"What about?" Harry smiled encouragingly.

"I am Jason Marks," The man, Jason, said pointedly quickly getting Harry's attention. He visibly straightened and his relaxed behaviour disappeared, but he remained friendly.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh Mr Marks," Harry extended his hand clearly shocking the man who hesitated before reaching out his own hand. "Come we can go and talk at my home, you are alright with me side apparating you?" Harry asked already stepping forwards.

"I…yes…yes of course Lord Potter-Black," The man couldn't look more stunned if he tried.

"Harry?" Mikhail asked to remind Harry they were there.

"Ah, I will see you all tomorrow at the restaurant, hopefully with Ron. Enjoy the rest of the day," He nodded to them before aparating out before any of them could say anything.

"If we open up the house in Wales and get it done up and cleaned it should be big enough to take them all. Jason said that his pack was 35 strong, add Keneth's, Jane's and the rogue wolves that's 138 people. We open up rooms, turn un-needed rooms into bedrooms, make dormitory type rooms for the kids and there should be more than enough room," Ron thought out loud as he tugged on his light blue robes.

"Plus the grounds are extensive and the wards are some of the best on the Potter houses," Hermione added adjusting the straps of her sapphire dress. Harry grinned at the fact they had unconsciously complimented each other's clothing before joining in as he finished tugging on his dragon hide boots.

"It's the best place for them to go, I'll contact the elves and have it liveable by Tuesday at the latest, I'll have to have another day off to go around the pack's and get them there," He mused.

"We all will," Hermione said pointedly.

"Hermione's right, we need to present a united front on this, show them that we are all in this together. Plus if you need to concentrate on other things in the future the packs need to trust that we are as involved in their safety as you," Ron agreed as he finished fastening his robes.

"We should have Remus and Sirius meet us at the mansion, they can help get everyone settled as quickly as possible and with as little fuss as possible as well introducing them as the main contact outside of us that the packs will be having contact with," Hermione muttered absently as she tugged on her cloak and checked to see they were both ready.

"The Kiss from London has gotten in contact with me as well as the one from Glasgow, we'll need to start the wards on the Black mansion in Scotland," Harry said as they stepped out of the castle and hurried towards the gates against the biting wind. Hermione walking between himself and Ron with her arms through theirs.

"That's the vampires and the werewolves. We need to start moving further a field, Remus, Sirius, Charlie, Bill and Fleur are gathering as much information as possible on other beings and creatures that Dumbledore has been interested in, the Goblins are also providing lists of others," Ron mumbled into his scarf.

"It's a good job that you managed to get the Goblins on your side. Though they won't actively come out and say it until you win," Hermione shrugged.

"Until I win?" Harry grinned at her.

"Of course you're going to win, Hermione…erm we won't give you any other option," Ron snorted wincing when Hermione pinched his arm.

"He's right, you don't do everything you can to win we will resurrect you just so I can strangle you myself. Loosing you is not an option," Hermione sniffed.

"Yeah, I bet your already studying necromancy," Harry chuckled. "Ready?"

"See you in a second," Ron chuckled before they apparated in three jumps to Paris where they were meeting the wizengamot group. They walked down the alley way to where the restaurant was located at the end. As they reached it Ron whistled through his teeth at the sight of the place. "Well glad you made me accept these robes from you,"

"Told you they were fancy places," Hermione muttered as they stepped into the restaurant and stripped off their cloaks.

"And I've told you that you had better get used to these places. If we manage to pull all this off then your going to be very famous, and places like this are going to be common," Harry smiled at his friends. He himself was wearing a set of blue coloured robes with a copper hemming, Hermione had braided his hair into an intricate braid with small strands of gold twined through the braid. Everyone but Gregory was there already as they made their way through the restaurant to the table. Harry was slightly confused when he caught the tight look on Mikhail's face as the stood along with the others and looked at Harry.

"Harry. Hermione you look even more beautiful than you did last time. And you must be Ronald Weasley," Dante smiled at them all, but his smile was slightly forced as well.

"Ron please. it's a pleasure to meet you all, Harry and Hermione have told me a lot about you," Ron smiled at them all, but like Hermione and Harry his eyes were cautious and watchful, he too picking up the atmosphere. He flicked his eyes to Harry and Hermione discreetly, the three of them sharing a look, Harry and Hermione both saying without words that they didn't know what the atmosphere was about.

"This restaurant is truly lovely, thank you for inviting me along again," Hermione smiled unlinking her arm from Harry's and dropping it so they had free movement should they be attacked. Without needing to check with each other they slipped into a long practiced battle shape that they worked best in almost subconciously. Harry stood at the front, Hermione and Ron on either side of him but a step back.

"This is Gregory's favourite place to eat," Nessa smiled brightly, but Dante, Mikhail and Amelia's eyes were wide and shocked as they took in the movement the teens had taken.

"Why don't you sit down?" Amelia offered hesitantly causing the teens to share a worried look. They weren't feeling safe here, the atmosphere that was surrounding some of the group, sitting down was going to make them more vulnerable. Hermione and Ron tensed and looked to Harry waiting to see what he would do given that he knew these people better than they did. Slowly Harry stepped forwards and sat down in the seat next to Mikhail, Hermione and Ron sitting down after him.

The three of them however sat tensely and stiff backed, almost painfully aware as they others re-took their seats.

"Did you conclude your business with that man yesterday?" Dante asked casually, the undertone to the question however alerted them to the fact that this was an important question and most likely the cause of the atmosphere. The three of them didn't even flicker despite the fact that their minds were whirling with the possibilities of why the presence of Jason would have upset them. The most obvious was the fact that they knew that Jason was a werewolf and they weren't happy that he was associating them.

"Yes thank you.," Harry answered simply giving them room to respond how they would. There was a slightly uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Mikhail cleared his throat.

"Harry, may I talk to you? Privately," He asked. Again the three teens exchanged a look that said a thousand words in a second before Harry nodded and stood. He followed Mikhail to a private corridor that was still within sight of the restaurant that the Maitre De indicated for them to use when asked.

Harry watched with growing nerves as Mikhail seemed to be trying to come up with the words to say, trying to figure out what this could be about until his mind settled on one thing and it spilled out his mouth before he could stop himself.

"Do you want to break off the courtship?" He was slightly shocked by how much the idea of this hurt. Yes he knew that he was attracted to the Zabini Lord but the painful clench his heart gave at the idea was much more advanced than he had believed his feelings to be. Mikhail's head snapped to his face from where he had been contemplating the floor.

"Do you wish to break it?" Mikhail asked instead confusing Harry.

"Not really, but what else would you want to talk to me about when you are acting all weird?" Harry snapped out defensively. Mikhail hadn't made any move to initiate physical contact with Harry, not even the casual touches that he had made even on their first meeting.

"Can you really not think of any other reason why I may want to talk to you Harry?" Mikhail asked, that tight expression on his face again as he ran his hand through his loose black hair agitatedly.

"I…erm no. Have I don't something wrong?" Harry frowned feeling more confused and annoyed by the second.

"Harry…yesterday you disappear off with a strange man without even a backwards glance to me, and you took him to your home. Have you accepted another courtship? Someone like you it is more than expected for you to have more than one suitor," Mikhail rambled slightly. Harry blinked at the ruffled man in front of him, the worry and hurt that Mikhail wanted to break their courtship fading rapidly to be replaced with amusement as he came to the realisation of what was wrong with Mikhail.

"Your jealous," He chuckled, only laughing harder at the indignant look that Mikhail gave him. "Mikhail Jason isn't a suitor. We were discussing a business deal. I have been waiting for a while and working hard to try and convince Jason to talk to me so I was a little distracted that he finally accepted," Harry explained amused.

"He's not a suitor?" Mikhail repeated slightly shocked.

"No, you are the only suitor I have accepted. I did not plan to have any type of relationship at all until this war was over and done with, but I found I could not say no to you," Harry admitted ruefully.

"Oh…I…I apologise I was just…" Mikhail looked mortified now but Harry was too amused to let him off.

"Jealous?" He offered.

"I…yes. I am sorry Harry, I did not mean to…I just…when you left so suddenly yesterday the way you did I jumped to conclusions," Mikhail admitted.

"Mikhail I really am interested in no one but you. I have accepted no other courtships and I don't intend to while you are courting me," Harry said seriously stepping closer to the older man.

"And when we are betrothed?" Mikhail smirked getting some of his confidence back.

"If we are betrothed, I assure you I am a faithful person. Fidelity clauses would not be an issue for me to sign," Harry watched as something he couldn't name flickered in Mikhail's eyes and decided that he needed to have a little chat with Blaise, tit for tat was only fair.

"When we are betrothed I assure you I will have no issue signing that clause either," Mikhail leant forward meeting Harry's eyes and giving him the option to pull away before their lips met. The kiss was light, a mere tasting and test between them. Harry felt as the magic in his body, simply put zinged, at the contact from their lips. Mikhail was a heady presence in any circumstance but this close where his scent was surrounding Harry, with his warm, gentle lips pressed against Harry's own and moving slowly but toe curlingly it was almost too much.

Mikhail pulled away with his eyes closed still, savouring the feeling and taste of Harry on his lips before they flickered open revealing the wild grey eyes that were rapidly haunting Harry's mind. Almost too much. Grinning as Mikhail leant in to kiss him again Harry slipped from his grasp and back down the corridor.

"Harry!" Mikhail would later deny it was a whine no matter how much Harry teased him.

"Unless you want Ron and Hermione storming in here in under two minutes I suggest we go back to the table," Harry laughed, slightly too breathlessly for his liking.

"Are we not allowed to talk?" Mikhail sighed but followed Harry, clearly reluctantly as they stepped back into the main part of the restaurant.

"Talk, yes. But after the tension at the table and then you asking to talk to me privately the fifteen minute rule kicked in," Harry shrugged lightly, leaning back when Mikhail's hand wrapped lightly around his hip.

"Fifteen minute rule?" Mikhail asked as they came to their more private table and saw Ron and Hermione visibly relaxing.

"Yup, you give it fifteen minutes and if they haven't returned likelihood is they have been kidnapped, better to go in wands blazing than risk them being tortured," Ron answered with a dark look at Mikhail even as the tension that had been filling the others at the table also relaxed at seeing the contact between the two and the happy relaxed look on their faces. However at Ron's announcement they all turned blinking to the three teens as Harry took his seat.

"And you were on this fifteen minute rule?" Amelia asked.

"Yup, Zabini had two minutes before we were over there and throwing curses," Hermione nodded pleasantly.
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