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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 five

"I think someone is waiting for you," Hermione laughed as they walked down the stairs, Harry and Ron had been discussing quietly the preparations for moving the London Kiss into the Black manor. Looking up he felt a flush cross his cheeks when he saw Mikhail standing in the entranceway holding a white rose and watching Harry intently.

When he noticed that he had Harry's attention he smiled that smile that made Harry's heart thunder in his chest before giving a small bow. Grinning Harry glanced at Hermione and Ron before hurrying down the stairs and over to Mikhail.

"I am here with a request for you to join me for breakfast," Mikhail asked formally with a small smile.

"Hm, I'm not sure, it is short notice," Harry grinned mischievously.

"Do not make me say please," Mikhail rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't want to torture you I suppose," Harry laughed plucking the rose from Mikhail's hand and slipping his own hand into it instead.

"We'll see you later Harry, have a good time," Hermione and Ron had reached them by this point. Hermione gave him a kiss on the cheek while Ron shook Mikhail's free hand. "Both of you," She added giving her hand to Mikhail who kissed it politely.

"So where are we going?" Harry asked curiously as they made their way down to the main gates, tugging up the collar of his cloak as they went.

"That, is a surprise," Mikhail smirked at the frown he got, tugging Harry into his arms once they were outside of the gates and kissing Harry softly. Sighing happily Harry realised that these drugging kisses had been lingering in the back of his mind, and in the forefront of his dreams since Mikhail had first kissed him in the corridor of the restaurant.

"What was that for?" Harry asked with a smile as they pulled apart, Mikhail staying only inches away.

"Because I missed you," Mikhail said softly before taking Harry's lips again, massaging them between his own. "And because I have wanted to this again since the last time,"

"That's good, because so have I," Harry smiled shyly, leaning up on his toes to press one last kiss to Mikhail's lips.

"Close you eyes Harry," Mikhail requested holding Harry firmly to himself. Laughing Harry did as he was asked and once he felt the squeeze of apparation he fluttered them open again to look around. With a gasp he looked around the beautiful, quaint snow covered square that they were standing in. They were surrounded by tall, grey stone buildings. There was six or seven café's and fifteen or sixteen shops surrounding the square, each had a snow covered roof.

"Where are we?" Harry gasped looking around at the brightly coloured shops and café's in wonder.

"Prague, do you like it?" Mikhail asked, slight nerves present in his voice.

"Its beautiful," Harry laughed looking at the icicle statues and shining decorations that had been placed around the square along with twinkling lights.

"I'm glad, come we will go and get breakfast before having a shop around," Mikhail linked their gloved fingers together and led Harry through the snow and warmly wrapped crowd to a small café.

Once they were seated inside the quaint looking but beautiful café the man who was clearlyin charge hurried over to them. Each table was beautifully carved, as were the chairs, the walls were painted in a forest scene with the painted leaves and trees, flowers and bushes actually blowing and moving as though there was a wind rushing through it. There were several fireplaces blazing in the large room to heat it up, making it a warm and comfortable place.

"My Lord Zabini! Welcome back, and with a companion," The man's beard and moustache twitched as he broke into a wide grin when he reached their table.

"Harry this is Fredrick, a friend of mine. Fredrick this is Harry, whom I am courting," Mikhail smirked as Fredrick's eyes widened and his gaze snapped onto Harry shocked.

"Courting! My this is good news. Congratulations to you both. Your usual?" Fredrick was fairly beaming now and doing everything but bouncing in place.

"Yes please Fredrick," Mikhail nodded and once the man had rushed away turned to Harry. "I hope you don't mind, but the pancake selection here is amazing," Mikhail said.

"I love pancakes," Harry assured him.

"Blaise wrote to me about your conversation the other day," Mikhail said after a few moments. Harry sighed wondering how this conversation was going to go, despite the fact he knew it was going to be coming.

"Which part exactly are you wanting to discuss first?" Harry asked, the apprehension clear in his voice despite his best attempts to smother it.

"Well first, I want you to feel able to come to me and ask anything that you want to know. About my past, anything, I'll tell you whatever you want to know," Mikhail said seriously, reaching across the table to take Harry's hand in his. "I know there is still a lot that we need to learn about each other, but I do not want you to feel that you can't come to me to ask,"

"It wasn't that I didn't feel I could ask…I sensed that there was something there that perhaps would be difficult to talk about. I'm sorry that happened to you," Harry rubbed his thumb over Mikhail's hand unsure how to express what he was trying to say.

"It knocked my confidence for a long time," Mikhail admitted softly not looking at Harry.

"She was clearly a complete idiot Mikhail," Harry raised their joined hands and kissed Mikhail's knuckles causing stormy grey eyes to lock on his.

"You know I have to ask.." Mikhail hesitated cautiously.

"The werewolves?" Harry asked with a sigh.

"The werewolves. Are you sure it is safe Harry?" Mikhail winced when Harry removed his hand from his and sat back in his chair with a frown. "I simply concerned for your safety,"

"Unnecessarily!" Harry snapped. "You are aware that one of the people most important to me, who I view as my godfather is in fact a werewolf?"

"Harry werewolves…"

"Are only werewolves for three nights a month. Otherwise they are normal human beings who struggle constantly against the prejudice and misunderstanding of witches and wizards who have no idea what they go through, what the curse means and make no step to understanding," Harry bit out sharply.

"I'm sorry Harry, I did not think," Mikhail said softly realising how much he had upset Harry.

"No you didn't. The werewolves that I have given sanctuary to are women, children, teens and men who have all tried to live an honest life and have been rejected again and again by society and left with little options. Its disgusting how grateful they are just to have a roof over their heads and the possibility of regular food and medical care," Harry frowned not at all appeased.

"Medical care?" Mikhail asked with a small frown of his own, though Harry did calm down slightly to see the genuine curiosity in his eyes.

"The transformation process is hard on a werewolf's body, the transformation is forced, changing the basic structure of the werewolf's bones and muscles. Then during the time the werewolf is transformed if it has no pack around is more likely to turn on itself. At the least they need blood replenishing, pain killing and strengthening potions," Harry explained. "Werewolves are normal people, who want to do nothing more than live their lives in peace, normally as best they can while trying to deal with a horrible, painful curse that's been pushed upon them. Remus is a werewolf, and he loves and protects me with a strength and fierceness beyond anything most people can experience. How can that be evil?"

"I'm sorry Harry…you are right, I am trying to make opinions on something that I know nothing about. Maybe, maybe one day I can visit your Werewolves and try and understand?" Mikhail suggested softly.

"If many more accept my offer we might have to open up another house, after the amount of work and time it took last time to get everyone settled another set of hands would be more than appreciated," Harry smiled slightly feeling hope in his chest that Mikhail was at least willing to try.

"Just let me know," Mikhail nodded. "Perhaps the others as well will be interested to hear your ideas, and meet with those you are helping,"

"You have to meet with Remus first," Harry smirked.

"Remus?" Mikhail asked looking slightly confused.

"Well, considering my actual godfather is on the run…and of course I have no idea where he is and have no contact with him what so ever…Remus will want to meet you and make sure that you are going to be a good choice of bond mate," Harry smiled sweetly as Mikhail blanched. "You hadn't really taken in that my godfather is a convicted felon who managed to escape from Azkaban and that my effective godfather is a werewolf had you?" he started laughing as Mikhail shook his head looking slightly stumped.

"Here we are pancake sel…Are you alright Mikhail?" Rather than concerned Fredrick seemed amused, especially considering Harry was laughing harder by this point.

"He'll be fine, he's just realised that the meeting the family part is going to be a little more scary than he had taken into consideration," Harry assured Fredrick.

"Good luck with that. Enjoy," Fredrick chuckled placing the levitating plates down onto the table as well as the tea pot and cups.

"Have…have you told Sirius and Remus about us yet?" Mikhail asked slightly shakily, his normally calm demeanour gone enough for Harry to take pity on him.

"No not yet, we have been busy getting Wolf Haven set up. I thought it was better to get that sorted out first before I distracted them with the knowledge that their godson was being courted. I will likely be telling them next weekend," Harry shrugged. "Don't worry, as long as I am happy and safe, that is what matters most to them,"

"So you are in contact with Sirius?" Mikhail asked cautiously. Harry considered for a second before nodding.

"Yes, we have been in contact with each other since my third year when I found out the truth of what happened and that I was his godson," Harry trusted Mikhail with the truth.

"He is important to you, very important," Mikhail picked up leaning forward to pour their tea.

"Sirius…you have to understand despite all the rumours to the contrary I wasn't brought up worshipped. I was sent to live with my mum's sister, her husband and their son, Dumbledore set wards in place that worked on the protection that my mother gave me when she died for me. But I was never wanted there, there is no love between us, no liking, no positive feelings what so ever. I was brought up knowing that I wasn't wanted in that house. I had the Weasley's and though they care greatly about me, I am not their son. But Sirius…Sirius is the person who loves me most in the world, he broke out of Azkaban to protect me. And I love him, I would do anything for him, to protect him," Harry spoke as he absently made his tea up the way he liked it and placed a selection of different pancakes onto his plate so that he didn't have to meet Mikhail's eyes.

He knew that he would need to tell Mikhail about the Dursleys, explain at least a little about his childhood so that the man could understand him. As much as he detested to admit it the Dursleys and their treatment of him were a fundamental part of his character, his desire for a family, the consuming love he held for people once they became part of his life.

"Your family…they…they…"

"They are my past now. I'm never going back to them. I didn't have the best childhoods, can we please leave it at that for now?" Harry pleaded looking up to see fury, concern and pain flashing like a whirlpool through Mikhail's eyes.

"For now. Do you mind me asking about what you meant by Sirius escaping Azkaban to protect you?" Mikhail asked after a few beats.

"As I told Peter Pettigrew was the real person that betrayed my parents, and that he is still alive. His animagus is a rat, he blew up that street, cut off his finger to set Sirius up and then went into hiding as a rat in the wizarding world. He went to a wizarding family so that he could keep an eye out for any news of Voldemort coming back so he could rejoin him on that event. He hid with the Weasley family,"

"No!" Mikhail gasped realising where Harry may be going with this.

"Yes. For three years he slept in the same dorm as me as Ron's pet rat Scabbers. Sirius had been given the Daily Prophet not long before he broke out, completely by chance the Weasley family had won 1,000 Galleons and were featured on the front page of the Prophet, and in the picture was Ron hold Scabbers. Sirius recognised him and realised that Pettigrew was at Hogwarts, with me. He broke out to protect me and to avenge my parents," He smiled. "He's a little rash,"

"We all are for the things that we care about most," Mikhail smiled sadly. "I'm looking forward to meeting him, as long as he doesn't kill me for courting his godson,"

"Don't worry, I'm rather fond of having you around, I won't let him hurt you," Harry laughed.

"That is a good thing to hear," Mikhail chuckled.

"These pancakes are delicious!" Harry hummed suddenly after he took his first bite of one of the blueberry pancakes.

After a lighter conversation flowing between them as they ate, Mikhail telling Harry some stories about the Wizengamot group when they had been in school and how they had first become friends upon their first Wizengamot meeting, Gregory and Dante taking them under their wings when they had shown up at seventeen to take their seats and been completely lost.

Harry in return shared more stories of the D.A amusing the older man to no end with the various stories of the things that had gone wrong while they had been practicing.

"It sounds like you had a real mixture of characters there," Mikhail smiled as they stepped back out into the snow having said goodbye to Fredrick. Hand in hand they started making their way around the square looking in the shop windows.

"We were a real rag tag group, but then that's the best way to be," Harry shrugged.

"How do you mean?" Mikhail asked curiously.

"The best way to describe me, Hermione and Ron, as well as Luna, Neville and Ginny who came to the Ministry with me last year are the misfits. We're all different for one reason and another and don't seem to fit in. but when you form a group of us, we appreciate and accept each other differences and eccentricities. With each other we know that we can truly be ourselves and still be loved and accepted for it. That's real friendship, and that's the people that I know will stand by me," Harry said quietly.

"You're too clever for your age Harry," Mikhail sighed squeezing the hand inside his. "Its no wonder people are drawn to you, the way you see the world, the way you see life and the love that you have to give burns inside you like a light. And we are all moths just wanting to be able to bask in a little of that light. Even Hermione and Ronald I believe," Mikhail said thoughtfully causing Harry to blush darkly.

"I'm nothing special, I'm just Harry," He argued.

"There is nothing 'just' about you. And I am not talking about the events with You…V…V…Voldemort. It is wholly you. Your acceptance, your heart, your love," Mikhail told him firmly. "Its why I'm drawn to you, you have so much to give and ask for nothing back, and yet I want to give you the moon and the stars and everything in between," He admitted softly.

"I had no intention of letting anyone in, romantically, until all this mess was sorted out. It was…is too dangerous and a distraction for me. But you make me feel safe, wanted and so many other things, I can't help myself but want to be close to you, to spend time with you," Harry sighed. "I don't know what you've done to me, but I'm ignoring all common sense and falling for you,"

"Then fall, for I think I shall be the one to hit the ground first, and I will catch you when you reach me," Mikhail smiled leaning down to kiss Harry.

Standing there in the snow in the pretty square, Mikhail's arms wrapped around his waist holding him to his warm, firm body, his lips devouring Harry's with all the growing feelings, affection, lust and attraction that he was feeling for Harry being poured into Harry's lips through the kiss, standing there Harry realised that he was running down a hill now and he couldn't stop. There was no way to get off this pathway without letting its run its course, no matter how it may end. Mikhail had wrapped him up and pulled him firmly into this web of feelings and emotions he had not planned on, and it felt perfect.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Hermione grinned with a smile when Harry flopped down onto the sofa that evening. After their exchange he and Mikhail had spent the morning wandering around the small shops just enjoying each others company without having to worry about time restraints. They had had lunch in Fredrick's café before Mikhail had taken him to another little shopping area, this time a road lined with the same quaint looking shops as the square, each unique in its own way.

"It was brilliant," Harry grinned.

"Aw look at that smile! He's gone all gooey," Ron laughed poking Harry's cheek teasingly.

"Shut it you!" Harry mock glared before giving Ron and shove when he wasn't expecting it and managing to push him right off the sofa.

"This Mikhail certainly seems to have captured your attention Harry," Neville chuckled dropping over the back of the sofa into Ron's previous spot, sticking his tongue out when Ron gave a 'hey'.

"Ah, he has. He's so…he understands what I'm saying and where I'm coming from. He doesn't care that I'm the boy who lived or all that crap. He's interested in me for me," Harry sighed happily.

"Oh my, I'm hearing wedding bells!" Ginny laughed wriggling into the free spot between Harry and the arm of the sofa.

"Shush you!" He grumbled blushing darkly.

"Ah…if I am not much mistaken, that was not there when you left this morning!" Hermione's eagle eyes honed in on his hand, easily spotting the platinum band sitting on his right wrist. With two strips of metal on the outside and a wavy piece on the inside it was set with alternating diamond and emerald stones.

"Oh Harry! Its beautiful!" Ginny gasped grabbing his arm and nearly wrenching it out the socket as she lifted his arm closer so she could see the bracelet better.

"That must have cost a pretty penny!" Neville whistled leaning over his body to look closer as well, seeing as Ginny and now Hermione weren't relinquishing their hold on his arm.

"I didn't want to know. I mentioned how nice it was and he insisted on buying it for me," Harry said exasperatedly.

"No wonder Harry, its perfect as a courting present. Diamonds mean forever, emeralds are a promise," Hermione had that look in her eyes she normally only got after reading one of the smutty romance books she thought she disguised well from them as text books.

"Sounds like he's pretty serious Harry," Neville patted him on the back.

"Talking of, are you going to introduce him to Sirius, Bill and Remus?" Ginny asked looking up from the bracelet.

"This weekend probably, it's the furthest away from the moon so Remus will be calmer," Harry winced.

"Well, you better plan ahead because your going to have to tell mum and dad as well," Ron grinned at the pitiful groan Harry let out.

"Me, Ginny and Luna also want to meet him, check him out," Neville snickered.

"He's going to head for the hills," Harry grumbled before grinning when Ginny whacked him on the shoulder.

"Your family care about you, we want to make sure that he's right for you," She scowled. Harry felt that warm ball in his chest burning brighter, wrapping his arm around her shoulders he settled in for the evening in front of the fire with part of his make shift family.
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