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Chapter Five – Uncovered Lies and Deceit

A month had passed with Hermione and Harry spending the majority of their time sequestered in the library researching their potential mates. Hermione continued to ignore the visiting Draco as she tried to determine the best way of going about capturing her dragon. She didn’t want to make things easy for him but she didn’t want to cause his death. Harry knew too much about Hermione’s attraction to lost causes and a former death eater Veela Mate was almost as lost a cause as Harry’s desire to seduce the brother of Severus Snape. However, the more research he did into changelings had him questioning the story Jules was feeding him.

He started moving away from his changeling research and toward other magical beings. He concentrated on those made from mud. When he wasn’t reading about magically controlled creatures, he was busy reading about the Steely court and what it meant for an unmated member. Apparently they were a bit like a Veela with one true mate and Harry could hope that he was it. All of the confusing research reading about animated marinates, water clones, and golems left his head spinning. After one rather late night research session, he found himself before the paining of his mother and Severus when they were young children.

His mother was laughing with a smiling Severus next to her. The carefree expressions from the two young representations of two important and dead people warmed his heart. It seemed that Severus sensed his presence, as the painted image turned toward him and made eye contact. Harry didn’t know that magical paintings could capture the soul of a person by staring into their eyes. What he saw in the young Severus’ eyes left him wondering about how bad the abuse was for the young boy. What had the young man before him faced before entering Hogwarts? Had his drunken father gotten worse after he returned from the magic school? He couldn’t help but wonder what Severus left out of his shared memories before his death. “I know that your childhood was full of more than neglect and verbal abuse. He resorted to fists in his drunken state, which led to him pulling off his belt and whipping you with his heavy buckled belt.”

The black eyes belonging to the young wizard widened, “How do you know about my home life?”

Harry suppressed a sob that the answer to the question brought as he continued to stare into those soulful eyes, “I saw your memories before your death. I saw you sitting in a corner while your parents argued. I knew from the memories that you grew up poor and was neglected from the memories. I started dreaming about your childhood since the first night I came here and from those dreams I came to understand the extent of the abuse you received at your father’s hand.”

A growl belonging to a much older wizard was ripped from the young wizard’s throat, “You know nothing! You don’t understand how much I hated that man. When he was done beating on my mother because she tried to protect me, he rounded on me. I bet you don’t even know how it feels to have one’s back broken open from the buckle of your father’s belt? To know that no matter what you do, you will never be good enough in his eyes? Why do you think I immersed myself in potions? It was something I could hide behind. I knew that I was worthless at an early age, but it didn’t stop me from fantasizing at a young age of brewing a perfect Draught of Living Death to slip into his whiskey. I only wished I had perfected it before my fifth year because then maybe my mother would’ve lived. The funny thing was the horrible muggle I knew as father didn’t even have biological ties to me. Of course, I didn’t discover that little tidbit until after the bastard killed my mother and I finally got my revenge with my potion the day before my sixteenth birthday. The funny thing is that I couldn’t even celebrate because of the pain.” The painting quickly shut up after that statement and looked away from the now gapping Harry.

“I know what it feels like to be unloved by your remaining family. I know what it was like to be bullied thanks to my tank of a cousin and the starvation that kept me smaller than other children my age. I know what it was like to grow up hearing nothing but disparaging remarks about my drunk of a father and no good mother dying in a car crash, when my mother and father died protecting me from a horrible monster of a Wizard. A wizard you later chose to follow because you hated muggles so much. I only blame Tobias Snape for those choices, but you redeemed yourself in the end when you died at that wizards hands and gave me the memories I needed to finally defeat him once and for all. But you were dead, the man I had loved for so many years in the shadows.

“You were a kindred spirit and someone who was bitter but at least overcame his past. I always put on a fake smile and pretended that none of it ever happened to me. I had to remain strong because so many were depending on me to defeat my parents’ murderer. No one would follow me if they knew what my muggle family did to me over the summer. I couldn’t let their perfect vision of me shatter because they knew that I couldn’t save them because I was too weak to even to stop my drunk whale of an uncle from beating on me. Believe me it didn’t stop after I got my Hogwarts’ letter, it only got worse. ” He nervously ran a hand through his hair messing it up worse before muttering, “I don’t even know why I told you all that. However, I can’t help but wonder if I were to see the same marks on Jules as I saw on you during one of my dreams. Is his back all scared up from Tobias’ belt? What am I asking? I knew the two of you shared the same childhood, he told me that much.”

Harry almost gasped at the hopeful look on the young painting’s face, “Go to him, Harry. He’s been suffering for too long. Only you can remove the pain, guilt, and bitterness from his being. He too is wearing a cheerful mask, but he is the original rather than the copy he left after the pain hit. I don’t remember much after he painted us, but I have all of his memories from before then. The pain on our 16^th birthday left me changed. My hair lightened to a chocolate brown, my palled skin started to gain a golden glow, and my true father came to me with an invitation to the Steely court. I of course accepted, but I had to create something to take my place and continue on the dark path I was previously walking. So, I took a bunch of mud with my father’s instruction and created a copy of myself. He was the one your father humiliated after the OWLs; however, I had a direct link to him. I wanted to continue to learn at Hogwarts while I was no longer in this realm. I’m sure he continued to observe after I was painted and through both wars.”

Harry did gasp that time, “You mean, Jules and Severus are one in the same? The Severus I knew was a golem created by a 16 year old Jules after coming into his inheritance? Why didn’t he tell me?”

The young wizard shrugged, “I don’t know. I would think he’s afraid of being rejected much like the young Malfoy. You and Hermione really should set those two at ease soon. Don’t think we don’t know what you’ve been doing in that library. Don’t forget that there are magical paintings in there, as well.”

Lily giggled, “My son and my best friend together at last. I always knew there was a special connection between me and Severus. I must have realized that it was a different type of connection as I got older. Don’t you see? The connection was there because I was your mother, the mother of his true mate.”

Harry’s head was spinning as he walked toward the master suite in the overly elegant home. He couldn’t help but wonder how he hadn’t put the pieces together. They were there always. The strange connection he felt when he first met Jules, the way he bloody well threw himself at a complete stranger. Now that he thought back, he realized that wasn’t a typical reaction for him. Sure he was a true Gryffindor with the take charge and ask questions later attitude, but he was always shy when it came to his sexual exploits. He was a virgin for Merlin’s sake. Why would he just go and offer himself on a platter the first night if he wasn’t that man’s true mate? He was attracted to his golem, his made from mud clone, why? Unless he could sense his mate’s magic in the other being, he thought that was the likely explanation as he reached the closed door.

He didn’t even hesitate a moment as he opened the door to his host’s private quarters. What he saw caused him to gasp once more and run toward the man. He saw the healed scars on his uncovered back, but that wasn’t too shocking. It was the dagger the man held right over his left wrist as if he was contemplating ending his misery. Harry quickly wrapped his hand around the other man’s hand that was holding the dagger before pulling it away before demanding. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Tear filled black eyes stared back at him with an almost haunted look, “Why should I continue to live with so much pain? I’m alone and I’ve been alone for so many years. My mate has done nothing to find me. I’m abandoned like I was by my father before I came into my inheritance. He wouldn’t have wanted me if I turned out to be a normal wizard. He only came to me after I had already killed my tormentor. He never tried to save me from that man’s drunken rages. If I had not survived my childhood, then I wouldn’t have been strong enough to be the next Prince heir. Don’t you understand what I am saying? I am that horrible bitter man that you thought was dead. How could you care for him let alone me, when we made your life miserable? We overlooked the obvious signs of neglect you suffered at your aunt and uncles home. We did nothing to protect you because we wanted to hang onto the hatred we had for your father. I guess in the end it was only me. Since the other me was only a golem, and he only did what I ordered him to do. He wasn’t sentient or anything.”

Harry pushed the half-naked man to his bed before sitting on him and preventing him from moving with his strong legs, “I loved him Jules. I loved him because I sensed my mate’s magic on him. I grieved his death, your death. I threw myself at you upon meeting you; let me tell that is not something I normally do. I’m your mate and have been this whole time. You put me through so much you know, but I’m done waiting. I’m tired of your lies, your veiled truths, and your overwhelming desire to keep me away from you.” He began kissing the pouty lips belonging to his one true mate.

The other man let out a gasp before his arms pulled Harry to his chest, “You’ve been there the whole time. I was just too blind to see it.”

Harry growled, “I want you Severus or do you prefer me to call you Jules.”

The wizard shivered under his light caresses, “Please call me Jules. It was the name I got to choose and it is the name not associated with my childhood.”

Harry’s fingers ghosted down the bare and muscular chest, as he sat back up, “Okay Jules. Now, I will claim you. I have read much about the mating practices of your court.” He quickly undid the trousers and remembered everything he’d read recently about at Hermione’s suggestion. He understood the concept of proper stretching and learned the proper lubrication spells. Jules went ridged as he breached his pucker, which caused Harry to stop, “How are you feeling?”

Jules closed his deep ink pools as if he were trying to hold back tears, “I never thought I would ever experience closeness like this. I always thought I was meant to be alone. Who would want the son of a poverty stricken witch that was disowned from her noble line because she married a drunkard muggle? Of course, I understand the truth now. She married that bastard because of me. She fell pregnant with me because she was visited by my father when she was sleeping. The Prince’s had hidden their heritage by that point because they had fallen into the blood purity crowd. It was the same with the Malfoy’s covering up their Veela heritage. She didn’t want the scarlet treatment she would’ve received for having a child out of wedlock, so she shamefully married the first guy that showed her any interest. She was always considered to be homely looking and thought she couldn’t do any better than Tobias Snape.”

Harry took his unoccupied hand and gently wiped away the tears with his thumb, “It’s okay love. I’m here now. I am here to claim you and after this is done we can take the time to get to know each other. I think we need to do this now though. All of the books I have read state the closer to forty you get without your mate the more likely you are to become self-destructive and may lose your sanity. Your father has already mated with his true mate and she was the beginning of your line. The other women he lays with do not need to be a true mate. At least that’s what Hermione thinks from what she’s read when I got confused. Now, don’t forget to communicate with me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Harry started to move in and out slowly, hoping he was doing a good show his first time. Just because he was well read at the topic didn’t mean he would perform well enough for his mate. He lifted his lover’s legs up and rested them on his shoulders as he continued to piston into the tight heat as he watched his lovers face for the look of pleasure that would tell him he hit that special spot. He smiled when his lover’s face exploded in a look of surprise. “Did you like the feel of that love? He just nodded in response. “I never pegged you as someone who would remain silent in bed.”

Jules closed his eyes and whispered, “It’s just so overwhelming.”

“It’s okay love. I’ll give you the opportunity to make me come without touching my cock just like I plan on having happening to you. Hmm, maybe if I try hard enough you’ll black out.” Harry started to move in and out of his lover concentrating on hitting that one spot. It didn’t take too many more of those direct hits on his love’s bundle of nerves before he felt the warmth on his stomach as the channel tightened around him, which caused his own orgasm to be torn from him. He pulled out and collapsed next to his glistening lover. He lifted his wand and casted the same spells he had previously casted on his lover on himself as well before commanding, “Now let’s finish this mating. It is your turn to take charge love.”

Harry continued to breath in an attempt to catch his breath. He gasped when he felt the stretching and fullness of his lover being buried deeply within him. He gasped for a moment at the somewhat uncomfortable feeling. Part of him warred against the feeling of his loss of control. He much preferred the feeling of power he had that he could cause his mate to come undone so beautifully. He just wasn’t used to experiencing such loving and long looks. He shivered when he felt Jules tapered fingers run along his lithe muscles of his chest and ghost over the vein of his member up to the tip. He groaned at the inexperienced touches.

Soon he was surrendering to that pleasure of having the same spot hit over and over again. He had his second orgasm torn from him and felt himself tightening around his mate. His lover shuddered over him before collapsing onto him. Harry reached up to run his fingers through his lover’s hair, “I love this closeness dear, but perhaps you could lie next to me so I can breathe?”

Jules blushed beautifully before pulling out and collapsing next to him. Harry quickly cast cleaning charms before pulling his lover into a warm embrace and welcomed sleep. He knew that they would need to figure out what to do next in the morning, but at that moment he only wanted to feel the heartbeat of his love.

Harry woke up the next morning with a huge smile on his face. He felt a little sore from Jules reciprocating the act of lovemaking. He felt happiness flutter in his abdomen as he remembered the release of magic that rocked them in the final orgasm of the previous night. He had the best sleep of his life as he cuddled with his newly bonded mate. His fingers seemed to have a life of their own as they slowly ran through the brown locks. He understood that what happened was likely a one-time thing until they built their relationship further. He sighed as he quickly wondered if either one of them were with child. The male members of the Steely Court when mixed with magical humans were able to carry and impregnate other males. It was possible that either one or both of them could’ve conceived that night. Harry always wanted a family of his own after losing his family at a young age, but he wasn’t sure if his 18 years were too young. He knew that Jules’ lifespan was longer than the average wizard thanks to his father. The bond would insure that Harry would live as long as his mate did.

Harry pushed back a blush when he noticed the black eyes staring back at him. They seemed different from the sullen eyes that belonged to the man the day before. He smiled sweetly and ran his finger through the chocolate waves belonging to his mate, “Jules love, I think you may have been experiencing the side effects of getting close to your 40^th birthday unmated.”

Jules pulled him into a passionate kiss while running his fingers down the boy savior’s arms. They didn’t come up for air for a bit. When they did, Jules gave a 1000 watt smile, “I think you’re right, love. I’ve been so bitter for so long that I couldn’t see what was right in front of me. I was sure you were throwing yourself at me because of unresolved daddy issues that caused you to imprint on my golem. I just couldn’t believe that my mate had finally arrived or that he returned my feelings. It was horrible seeing you through his eyes in your fifth and sixth years. I think I subconsciously knew you were the one for me, but then I saw memories of your feelings towards that Cho bint before you chased after that Weasley Tart. Did you know how many times my golem caught her in a closet snogging with a different guy since her fourth year? Let’s just say it was a new boy every week and I could only hope they were just snogging.”

Harry turned a bit green when he thought about what could’ve happened had he settled for Ginny’s continued advances. He knew something was inherently wrong with a girl throwing herself at him as soon as he returned to the school, but he was relieved when she ended up hooking up with Neville Longbottom. He quickly shook his head from the thoughts, “So, how has finding a mind healer been going? I admit that I’ve been a bit reclusive with Hermione over the past month. Though do you think you could sit in on the sessions? I can’t help but think that group sessions with the healer would help all of us. Sure you were not physically in the war, but you still watched the majority of the travesties committed through your golem’s eyes. In the first war, you witnessed some of those acts caused by your golem. Also, if you expect me to discuss my issues from my childhood, I expect you to do the same. Even all those years in the Steely Court couldn’t have washed away those scars.”

After a few minutes of silence Harry started to feel nervous, “You know I must admit that I always thought it was called the Seely Court until I started reading books about the Fay after discovering your existence.”

Jules laughed heartedly for a moment, “Yes, well that’s because you were muggle raised. I still cannot believe that they believe that iron could trap a member of the fay court. What preposterous beliefs. If the fay were allergic to iron, then they would never be able to work with it to create the magical steel that make up their buildings and weapons. The court is named for the makeup of the building where they meet and the special swords only the royalty wields.”

Harry hopped up from the bed, “Well, we should shower and find out what the other two inhabitants of this house are doing. Don’t think the healer discussion is over but I will allow it to remain dropped for now. We both need one, Jules and you know it.” He smiled seductively before pulling on his trousers, “I will see you at breakfast love.”

A/N: The next chapter will have Draco and Hermione. I have a bit of a twist there that many might not expect not like.
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