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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
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters are sadly not mines. I make no money from this story.

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Chapter four

"Zabini! I need a word," Harry called through the crowd shuffling towards the Great Hall as he spotted the tall figure. He was with two seventh year Slytherins, Pucey and Kelser if he remembered rightly. He was slightly surprised that he wasn't met by glares from the two Slytherins, instead they merely looked at him curiously.

"I was about to have lunch," Blaise looked longingly towards the Great Hall.

"I'll make sure you get something to eat," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Alright then, I'll see you guys later," He waved to the older two before following Harry down the corridor. "How did the meal go on Saturday?" Blaise asked once they were away from the stream of students.

"It went well. They seemed to like Ron, he and Dante got into an intense discussion about various strategies for chess, I think they are planning a game in the future," Harry smiled remembering how interested Dante had become in Ron after they told them about McGonagall's giant chess set in their first year.

"Uncle Dante has not had a proper challenge in chess in years, I wouldn't be surprised if he took a set to your meal next month. Where exactly are we going Potter? I thought you said I would get food," Blaise grumbled as Harry led him down a staircase and long another corridor.

"Don't worry I am, here we are," Harry stopped in front of the familiar picture and reached out to tickle the pear. He watched with a small grin as Blaise's mouth dropped when he swung the door open to reveal the kitchen.

"You know where the Hogwarts kitchens are?" Blaise gasped following Harry inside and watched the House elves rushing back and forth to the four tables.

"Master Harry Potter-Black sir! You is being coming to Dobby for lunch! Oh Dobby is happy!" the squeak allowed Harry time to brace himself before his knees were being hugged tightly.

"Hello Dobby, yes I was hoping that you would be able to provide lunch for myself and Blaise here," Harry smiled down at the elf, patting the pile of tea cosy/hats fondly.

"Oh of course Master Harry Potter-Black sir, Dobby is being thrilled to be getting lunch for Master Harry Potter-Black sir and his Blazy!" Dobby bounced happily before racing off. Chuckling Harry led Blaise over to a small round table and chairs set in the corner.

"Blazy?" Blaise scrunched his nose.

"Don't take offence, he still calls Ron my Wheezy," Harry smiled sitting down.

"You know you could make a fortune out of the knowledge of this place," Blaise said sitting beside Harry and looking around at the hive of activity that was the kitchens.

"But then everyone else would know," Harry shrugged.

"So, what is it that you were wanting to talk to me about, I'm presuming that this is about my father?" Blaise asked curiously, though Harry caught the concern behind the grey eyes that were similar to Mikhail's.

"Yes its about Mikhail. There was a slight misunderstanding on Saturday, its all sorted but your father got the wrong end of the stick about one of my business deals and thought that it was possible that I had another suitor," Harry paused as Dobby came racing over with a tray of food that clearly had magic keeping everything on top of it. Plate after plate of various foods were placed onto the table along with a pitcher of pumpkin juice and a pot of tea and a pot of coffee. "Thank you Dobby…this is…amazing," he choked looking at all the food. Dobby lit up before he dashed off.

"You know its not unheard of for someone to have more than one suitor, especially one with your power, one with your titles," Blaise said slowly as he started putting food onto his plate not meeting Harry's eyes. Harry let out a loud and annoyed huff pausing in pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Ok firstly, I had absolutely no plans of accepting any courting offers, and I've had plenty of them. Your father is different, and it is only his courtship that I have accepted. Secondly I have no plans of accepting another courtship in the near future, no matter how it goes with myself and Mikhail!"

"Alright keep your boxers on, was just saying. So father got the wrong end of the stick?" Blaise prompted before he started tucking in, though he looked a lot happier.

"Well after we sorted it all out and I explained, and teased your father a little, he said something that…it made me curious," Harry admitted slowly.

"And you want to ask me about it," Blaise smirked. "And what would I get out of this information?"

"Me not telling your father that you turn into a thirteen year old school girl whenever you see Ginny, and perhaps me putting in a good word with her for you," Harry said casually without looking at the other teen as he cut into his sausage and took a bite. He grinned when he heard the choked spluttering coming from Blaise and looked up to see his flushed cheeks.

"How…how did you…I…" Blaise stammered.

"I may be completely oblivious when it comes to my own love life, other peoples, especially those I care about I do notice. Do we have a deal?" Harry asked.

"It depends on what you want to know," Blaise sighed. Nodding I understanding Harry took a second as he mentally phrased what it was that he wanted to ask.

"After we established that I wasn't involved with anyone else I mentioned that if we were betrothed I would have no problem in signing a fidelity clause and there was…something in his face," Harry said slowly playing with the food on his plate.

"And you want to know what was behind it," Blaise sighed. "First I suppose you should know that my father hasn't really had any serious relationships since he and my mother broke up when I was four. He's not been perfect and has had…dalliances but nothing serious. He and my mother were allowed to break their bond, or to be more precise my father was allowed to break their bond after my mother cheated on him with several partners. She broke father's heart and he has found it difficult to trust since then, I believe that it is why he hasn't made any attempts at a serious relationship before now," Blaise's tone was cold and angry as he spoke. Harry himself felt anger flare in him.

"Your mother cheated on him?" He frowned.

"Yes. Naturally he's worried about being betrayed like that again…should it happen it really would break his heart," Blaise's warning didn't need to be spelled out, it was clear in his voice.

"I wouldn't betray someone like that. Especially not someone I am bonded to," Harry met Blaise's eyes as he spoke allowing him to read the truth there.

"I know that its part of the reason that he's not attempted a serious relationship since her, he's worried of being betrayed again. You however he seems unable to resist," Blaise mock shuddered but he had a faint smile on his face.

"I would never hurt or betray anyone that I cared about, or loved," Harry said softly with a small smile. "And despite it being terribly bad timing I'm finding it impossible to resist him," He sighed ruefully.

"I will tell you that for a long time he doubted that he was very attractive to a mate…I think he still has doubts," Blaise told Harry, refusing to look at him as he concentrated on his meal.

"What but he's totally…"

"Do not want to hear it! Don't need to hear it!" Blaise shouted loudly over Harry's words causing Harry to start laughing at the panicked look on the other teens face.

"Alright sorry, won't tell you how gorgeous he is," Harry grinned as he started sobering up. Blaise let out a mournful groan and dropped his head causing Harry to laugh again.

"Urgh I need to go scourify my brain," Blaise sighed.

"At least I provided you with a meal," Harry offered as he finished his last bite and drained his cup. "Thank you for telling me though," He said seriously, already his mind was absently going over the new information. He couldn't believe that gorgeous, intelligent, confident, smooth Mikhail doubted that he was attractive. He brought such an intense reaction out of Harry that he couldn't imagine the Zabini Lord not knowing. But it did make sense as to why his mind jumped to the conclusion it did about Jason.

"Yeah well despite the obvious problems that could occur when this comes out, the Dark Lord not even being counted, I haven't seen my father happier or more content and confident than he has been in the last month. Just…just don't hurt him Potter," Blaise muttered, clearly uncomfortable with expressing so much. As Harry opened his mouth Blaise interrupted. "I don't mean accepting or refusing his betrothal, that is your choice and you need to make the right decision. I mean if you do get betrothed and married,"

"I'll do my best. I do care about Mikhail a lot," Harry promised quietly.

"Alright enough of the serious stuff, and you had better put in a good word with Ginerva for me for all that!" Blaise huffed clearly having had enough emotional talk.

"I'm sure I can throw in some good words," Harry grinned.

"Master Harry Potter-Black sir, Dobby is having message from Jimpkin," Dobby squeaked glancing at Blaise unsurely. Harry hesitated for a second, glancing to the teen before turning back to Dobby.

"Its alright Dobby go on," Harry encouraged.

"Jumpkin is being telling Dobby to be telling Master Harry Potter-Black sir that the house is being cleaned and ready, they is being finishing the rooms for little wolfies and it is be being finished this evening for you to go and check," Dobby recited happily before bowing low and bouncing off.

"You know I can't not ask about that," Blaise said looking between the retreating elf and the thoughtful Harry.

"Hmm?" Harry looked up.

"Wolfies?" Blaise said pointedly.

"I'm opening up one of my houses for some people who need somewhere to go, werewolves," Harry shrugged.

"Werewolves?" Blaise choked.

"They need somewhere safe and secure where they can go without fear of being hunted or persecuted, somewhere with a roof over their heads. Plus if they have an option and somewhere to go they are less likely to join Voldemort," Harry responded.

"I…that…that makes sense," Blaise blinked.

"Of course it does. Now if you will excuse me I have to go write some letters," Harry smiled standing and making his way to the door. "Oh, any time you want to come down here just come in, Dobby will get you anything you want. And when you tell Mikhail about the werewolves tell him in a way that doesn't make him panic," Harry said over his shoulder, smirking when he caught the sheepish flash through Blaise's eyes.

"This is perfect," Hermione grinned looking around one of the dormitory type rooms that had been transformed for the children.

"You have set up rooms for the teenagers, three to a room?" Harry asked Jimpkin who was bouncing happily beside him at the praise that they had been giving at the transformation of the house.

"Yes Master Harry Potter-Black sir, we is having the rooms extended as you is being asking for teenies," Jimpkin nodded, tugging his shirt with the Potter crest on the breast straight as it wrinkled slightly.

"CUB!" the shriek barely gave Harry time to prepare before he was scooped off of the floor and lifted into a tight hug.

"Honestly Sirius, do you have to shriek!" the exasperated sigh had them turning to smile at Remus as Sirius pouted at him hugging Harry tighter.

"I do not shriek, and you just want Harry for yourself," Sirius huffed.

"You do so shriek," Remus snorted before tugging Harry out Sirius's arms and into a hug of his own. Harry laughed as he wrapped his legs around Remus's waist, hugging him back as tightly as he had Sirius. He was happy to notice that he was looking a lot healthier now that he was getting proper meals and had somewhere to keep a roof over his head permanently. Remus and Sirius were living in the Black cottage in Stirling where they wouldn't be recognised.

"Sorry Siri, you do shriek a little," Harry grinned but held out his arm. He laughed as he was crushed in a two way hug between the two of them.

"You three have been causing a stir Cubs, Dumbledore has been pouting like a five year old that has had his cookies taken away from him," Remus said, the mischievous happiness in his voice unmissable.

"We do our best," Ron grinned throwing his arms around Remus and Sirius's shoulders to join the hug.

"Of course you do, and you do it the best. Oi Mione over here as well!" Sirius said to the girl who laughed and wriggled under Sirius and Remus's arms.

"Oh, sorry," The voice from the doorway pulled them away from their five way hug, separating until Harry could look up from where he was in Remus's arms.

"Jason, hey welcome to Wolf's Haven," Harry grinned jumping down from Remus's arms to walk over to where the blonde werewolf was standing unsurely.

"I did not mean to interrupt," Jason said apologetically.

"Not at all, we haven't seen each other for a couple of months that's all. Jason this is Remus and Sirius, they will be your main point of contact aside from me, especially while I'm at school, they will pop by to make sure that everything is alright and to make sure you don't need anything. And this is Hermione and Ron, my best friends and also your contact if you need anything but can't get in touch with me," Harry made the introductions.

"You a werewolf!" Jason said shocked as he shook Remus's hand.

"Oh yes, did I not mention that?" Harry frowned.

"No you mentioned that you knew a werewolf that you thought of as family but…" Jason drew off looking unsure.

"But what?" Harry asked confused.

"But he didn't really think you thought of me as family until he walked in to see you hugging me," Remus finished for the other werewolf with a sad smile. "Harry…Hermione and Ron, they really don't see the wolf," Remus said quietly to the other.

"Are the rest of your pack on the way?" Harry asked linking Remus's arm as Sirius threw his over Harry's shoulders.

"Yes they will be here in an hour, they are just getting the last of our stuff together. My beta is bringing them over while I arrived to make sure everything is ok," Jason nodded, still looking at the interaction stunned.

"Everything is fine and ready, the rest of the packs and the lone wolves will be arriving over the next few hours as well. Do you like the house?" Hermione asked with a warm smile as she came over.

"Oh, its lovely, really, better than we had imagined. It is yours?" Jason asked.

"Yes, its part of the Potter estate, we've started opening up houses to be used. These rooms are going to be used for the young children, we have separate room for the teenagers that take up to three to give them a little more privacy, and private rooms for mates," Ron explained.

"Thank you," Jason sighed, the relief clear on his face.

"This is your home now, treat it like that," Harry said firmly.

"When the time comes, if you need our aid, the warriors of my pack will be there for you," Jason said, honest emotion choking his voice.

"I don't ask that. I told you when I approached you, yours and your packs safety is not reliant upon me getting help back," Harry said firmly.

"And that's why I make the offer, because you of all wizards, you who have offered us safety and another choice away from that madman, outside of Dumbledore who would expect help in return for safety, you have offered us a haven with the honest expectation of nothing in return. And that is why, when you call we will come," Jason bowed his head.

"Thank you," Harry smiled weakly.

"Merlin's underpants I am beat!" Ron groaned as he flopped onto his bed. Harry collapsed on his own and at Hermione's prodding shuffled over so she could curl up next to him.

"I can't feel my legs," Harry moaned dropping back onto his pillow.

"Who knew settling in 138 people would be so tiring!" Hermione huffed snuggling into the covers.

"And that was with the house elves help," Ron choked out.

"Twelve hours…twelve freaking hours!" Hermione shook her head as she wearily toes off her shoes before flipping to lie on her front.

"At least they are settled in now, everyone has a room, and the packs and lone wolves seem to be getting on well enough," Harry sighed. "Can we sleep now?" He groaned.

"I'm sleeping whether its allowed or not," Ron grunted sounding half asleep already.

"I'm not moving," Hermione sighed.

"Just don't drool," Harry yawned before practically losing consciousness.
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