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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Charlie woke and looked around. He was much higher than he remembered being when he went to bed, and the sleeping bag he had been using was shredded. He'd known that would happen. He stretched his body, roared, and unfurled his wings.

Bill rushed out of the cottage just in time to see his brother take flight, heading off in the direction he felt the call of his mate. Bill smiled, watching the medium-sized copper dragon. “Good luck, Charlie. I hope you find them.” He said before heading back inside.

Charlie flew for well over an hour following the call, the world spread out green and rolling beneath him, and revelled in the freedom, at times seething that his mother and Dumbledore had conspired to deny him this.

His finally felt the half-formed bond snap into place, and looked down. There was only one house below him, secluded and out of the way, and he landed next to the figure standing outside.

He looked over the young man appreciatively, taking in toned muscles and his somewhat androgynous features. He had short hair, chestnut brown, and eyes that were obviously hazel, but appeared green-gold at the moment.

“Hello.” He said, voice a soft tenor with a string Romanian accent. “I am Claudiu. I can feel impressions from you, as an empath, and can tell that you intend to stay in this form as long as you can. That is fine, I will talk to you and you can just listen.”

Claudiu came over and sat, his back to Charlie, and leaned against the Dracken. “Before anything else, I should explain something. I am what the British call a ‘Metamorphmagus,’ and I switch between being male and female as my feelings change. Sometimes I feel one way, sometimes another. I was born Claudia, female. That is the form I will need to take—and retain—if and when we decide to have children.” He explained.

Charlie felt a flash of surprise, followed by satisfaction with his mate. He was bisexual and was glad he had gotten someone that would be willing to sleep with him in either form, because he knew he could never give up either men or women. How fortunate that his mate was both!

Claudiu chuckled. “Yes, I feel that. I’m glad it makes you so happy, because as much as I want you happy, I must stay true to myself first and foremost. Also, none of my family will be able to speak with you. I alone learned English, as I can See things—small things—and knew my eventual mate would be an Englishman. I learned it so we would not have a language barrier, because as useful as my empathic ability is, there are some things it simply will not make up for, and proper conversation is necessary to any new relationship.” He glanced back at Charlie and smiled. “As for relationships, I have had very few. Only one became physical, and in my female form, I am still virgin. I saved that much for you. But I could not wait for everything, and I am sorry for that.” He said regretfully.

Charlie huffed and curled tighter around him, trying to convey through emotion that that was perfectly fine with him, purity meant very little. The only thing he cared about was fidelity henceforth, as he demanded it from the one who would be getting it from him.

Claudiu apparently felt his serenity with his partial purity and smiled. “Good.” He relaxed into Charlie. “I’m sure you have a reason for holding this form, and so I will content myself with this, for now. I know you cannot stay a dragon forever; it is draining.” He said.

They sat there in companionable silence for almost two hours, until Charlie snapped back into human form—ten minutes before his time should be up.

He curled his hand into a fist and slammed it into the ground. “Damn!” He shouted, knowing what that meant.

The leech had left permanent damage.

Claudiu felt his distress. “What is the matter?” He asked, laying a hand on Charlie's shoulder. The man was handsome, and Claudiu hoped they would find happiness together. He could certainly do much worse.

Charlie forced himself to relax and let out a pained breath. “I had a leech.” He admitted. “I got it removed, but it was on me so long… The damage is irreversible.” He ground out.

Claudiu winced, hand curling into a fist. “I’m sorry. Is there nothing we can do?” He asked.

Charlie sighed. “No. It was on me for more than twenty years. My maximum power is never going to return.”

Claudiu wrapped his arms around Charlie and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I will still be here for you. I’ve been waiting for you, and magical strength is a trifling thing. You are perfect just as you are, to me. I will accept all that you are, and all that you are not. If you can accept me.”

Charlie rose and gathered his mate into his arms. “I will accept you. Fate led me to you, so we are a perfect match. I am yours, and you are mine.”

Claudiu smiled. “I am happy to hear you say that.” He turned toward the house. “Come with me, I’d like you to meet my mother and little brother.”

Charlie went with him, deciding that even with the permanent damage, he was still going to be quite powerful, and a higher-than-average power level was fine with him. He still had the power of a Dracken, just not a strong one.

It would be more than enough for him.

*****

“Just so you know, I won’t be able to achieve my dragon form again.” Charlie warned, throat nearly closing as bitterness and shame choked him. He met Claudia’s eyes all the same, prepared for whatever he would see in them.

Claudia's eyes were filled with a soft sadness and a tenderness under it. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, and Charlie relaxed into it. “It’s alright, you don’t need it. I don't need it. I was never going to sleep with you that way, anyway, so it doesn’t matter all that much.” She said in amusement.

Charlie let out a soft laugh. “No, I suppose not.” He agreed. “I will still have my Dracken form, just not the actual dragon, since I don’t have my full strength.”

Claudia pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Are you ready, then? I assume you will side-along me?” She asked, hitching her bag higher onto her shoulder. She had already explained that her work could be done anywhere, as she was a spell creator and could do that work wherever life took her. She was ready to relocate, and would move into Charlie’s cabin on the reserve.

“Er, yeah, just be ready to move if we get a separate cabin for us. Some couples with seniority get them, but I don’t know if I’m that high on the chain yet. We don’t really keep score; we just find out if we get those perks when the opportunity arises. Big Mama will let us know.” He told her.

Claudia smiled and pressed close, Charlie wrapping an arm around her waist. “Here we go.” He said, and Apparated.

They arrived outside a large cabin, easily twice the size of any others on the reserve, and Charlie led her inside. “Mama, I’m back!” He called out as Claudia looked around the small office space they had entered.

A large woman with a friendly smile came into the room. “So you are. And look what a pretty little thing you brought with you! I’m glad you found your mate, Charlie.”

Charlie smiled and flushed. “Thanks. She's going to move in with me—”

“So you need a couples’ cabin, then.” She saw the slight surprise on Charlie’s face and laughed. “Why so surprised? Mama likes you.” She said, pinching his cheek fondly. “Now,” She got out a book and looked over the list inside, humming. “Yes, cabin 42 is empty right now, and it was cleaned fairly recently.” She retrieved a key and handed it to Charlie, then turned to Claudia. “And what should Mama call you, dear?” She asked.

“I go by Claudia when I’m a girl, but Claudiu as a boy.” She answered.

Big Mama eyed Charlie speculatively, but with humour in her eyes. “Getting the best of both worlds, are we? What a greedy boy!” She turned back to the girl. “Well, if you ever get bored around all the dragons and the handlers and need a moment of peace from it all, you just come here. Mama doesn’t bite, and can provide you with a drink and some conversation. Perhaps something to eat, too, Mama cooks and bakes when there's time!” She said happily.

Claudia smiled. “I'll keep that in mind, Ma'am.”

The woman frowned. “No Ma'am, if you please. It’s Mama, always. Everyone here knows me by that, and I look after my little ones, scaly and not, it makes no difference!” She said.

Claudia chuckled. “Mama, then. I look forward to getting to know you better.”

Mama smiled. “You will in time. Now go help Charlie get his things and you have two days to settle. Your cabin has three bedrooms, you let Mama know when you have a baby coming. We don’t get enough little ones here and there is always at least one person willing to look after them.”

Charlie flushed. “Well, we definitely aren’t expecting one yet.” He said. They were taking their time, but the bond would be sealed that night, after they decided which way to do it and had privacy.

Claudia chuckled. “We will let you know.” She promised, and they headed off to the singles cabins and got Charlie's things.

The cabin was empty. “You'll meet Aaron tonight, at the fire. As well as several other handlers. They'll love you, so don’t worry.”

Claudia smiled. “I can’t wait.” Her smile turned seductive and her eyes darkened. “Tonight will be a night of many firsts, I’m sure.”

Charlie gulped. “Oh, it will.” He replied through a throat gone dry.

*****

“This is a very sacred room. You just enter humbly, and with reverence and respect.” Severus warned.

They both had a bowl in their hands of wine and berries, and a small splash of a potion he had brewed for Severus, and Harry nodded. He didn’t intend to muck up his first formal offering.

“Have you been called yet?” Severus asked.

Harry shook his head. He had meditated the night before, but no Gods had called to him yet, at least not loudly and clearly enough for him to hear/feel like Severus had said he would.

“Then you will make your offering to my Gods, which are currently the family Gods, until you feel called.” Severus said.

“Alright. Who are they?”

Severus smiled. “Nyx, Goddess of the night, in deference to my choice to walk a darkened path. And Asclepius, God of medicine, to honour both my Gift for Potions and my role as Slytherin's primary healer of wounds both mental and physical.” He explained. “Their origin is Greek, but you need not choose from the same pantheon I follow. Whoever calls to you deserves your obeisance.” He told his son.

Harry nodded, and Severus lifted a hand to lay it against the wall opposite the one that held the family rings. It opened to stairs leading down.

Severus led the way into a room with a single window near the top, shining enough light to see by, and an altar lit by the sunlight. There was a smaller altar next to it. The large one had two statues atop it, and nothing more. The smaller one was bare.

“You will use the small one, that is for the Heir. You will pick out statues or busts to represent your patrons when they call to you, but for now, you will make your offering to mine, as a child under my care.”

Severus set down his bowl, and Harry did the same.

Severus bowed his head. “You do not need to say anything, and I will be doing this silently, as communion with the Gods is a private thing. You will, however, feel them assessing you when I introduce you to them formally, and ask that they watch over you for the coming year. It should feel pleasant, so don’t be afraid of it, just let it wash through you.” He said, and closed his eyes.

Harry waited while Severus said whatever he needed to say to them, and felt a tingle sweep through him as Severus lifted his head. He gasped at the feeling.

Severus smiled. “Yes, it is a strong feeling, the first time the Gods recognize you.” He said in understanding. “You get used to feeling their presence, in time. As you learn to recognize when they are with you.”

The tingle stopped, and Harry felt a wave of peace. He smiled, and was sure he looked a bit dopey.

Severus laughed. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked, putting a hand in Harry’s shoulder. “Come, they know you now, and will watch over you for me.” He said, assured that Harry had the protection and the good will of his patrons.

It was an added comfort, knowing that those he trusted with his own life would also watch over—and perhaps even bless—his son.

The coming year would be interesting, to say the least.
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