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Half-Brother Prince	By : SalazarRaphael Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor could I hope to own, the Harry Potter franchise, I am making no money from this story. However any characters of my own creation are my own property.

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Over dinner conversation turned to Lily Evans-Potter. Voldemort offered tales of their affair, along with tales of things he’d witnessed with her as well as things Severus Snape had told him. After dinner Voldemort and Hermione went to the training room so that he could teach her the spells he’d offered to instruct her in using.

            Harry and Salazar went out to the gardens to walk around and talk. They shared their own pasts. Harry was glad Salazar’s hadn’t been too rough; that had been his biggest fear. Apparently Fenrir had chosen a very good orphanage. Eventually they made their way back to the house. “Should we go check on Hermione?”

            “Nah, I don’t think she wants an audience.”

            “Probably a good idea.” They went upstairs. Fenrir was at the top of them. “Fen!” Harry hurried up the last few steps.

            “I told you I’d be back before you went to bed.”

            “Did you tell Hermione that Fenrir is your…boyfriend?” Salazar asked.

            “I didn’t,” Harry bit his lip, “I wasn’t sure how she’d take it.”

            “Well, I think she does deserve to know.”

            Harry nodded, “I’ll tell her tomorrow.”

            Fenrir lowered his head and nibbled on Harry’s ear, “How about we go somewhere more…private?”

            Harry could barely nod and Salazar smirked. “Good night, guys,” he walked down the hall to his own bedroom as Harry practically dragged Fenrir to his bedroom.

            Fenrir shut the door and pushed Harry against it. “I’ve been going nuts.”

            “Me too,” Harry smirked. “Let’s make love, Fenrir. Please?” The werewolf leaned down and captured Harry’s lips against his own in answer.

            Hermione made it up to bed later than usual. She looked tired. “Did he wear you out?”

            “He’s a very good teacher. But I’m exhausted,” she unzipped her jeans and slid out of them, “I’m look forward to having Christmas tomorrow,” she pulled her shirt over her head and slid into the bed next to him, “being with you is always a pleasure.”

            “I’m guessing I’m not getting laid tonight.”

            “Tomorrow you will,” she smiled as she laid her head on his chest, “I look forward to giving you your present.”

            “Me too,” he grinned. “I think I’m gonna give you yours in the morning before we go down to see everyone.”

            “Really?” She looked up at him.

            “Yes,” he nodded, caressing her hip. “I want it to be private, just between us.”

            She kissed him, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he returned the kiss and pulled away. “Good night, my dove.”

            As dawn approached Fenrir collapsed next to Harry, panting heavily. Harry curled up against Fenrir and kissed his jaw lazily, nuzzling the thick stubble. “Wanna get some sleep?” Harry mumbled.

            “Sleep is overrated,” Fenrir growled, his hand reaching down to stroke Harry’s cock.

            “If we get some sleep then we’d be rested for later,” Harry pulled away and looked up at him, “you’re staying for Christmas aren’t you? I’d miss you if you didn’t.”

            “You want me to?” Harry nodded. Fenrir grinned and pulled Harry into an embrace, “I guess sleep would be nice,” he caressed Harry’s ass, “You could probably use a break.”

            “So could you,” Harry smirked, leaning up to kiss him, “just relax, you’re safe here. And I feel very, very safe with you.” Harry laid his head against Fenrir’s chest and they fell asleep.

            Salazar and Hermione woke early. He excused himself to the bathroom and Hermione took the opportunity to dig out his present. She lay in bed, waiting for him to come back. Soon he had returned, “I have my present for you,” she smiled.

            “Oh?”

            Hermione sat up and handed him a small rectangular package, “Go ahead and open it.”

            He sat down next to her and opened it carefully. He gasped. “Hermione…”

            “I know that’s your favorite moment of our day. Now you can relive it anytime you want,” she leaned over and kissed him, “Merry Christmas, my love.” He watched the picture as his photo-self nuzzled photo-Hermione’s stomach, her hair splayed over the white pillow.

            He deeply kissed her, Hermione groaning into his mouth. “I love it,” he breathed. “Thank you, Hermione.”

            “You might wanna keep it for your eyes only though, because often our photo-selves do more than just lay there.”

            He laughed, “Sounds just like us,” he kissed her again, “let me get yours,” he got up and pulled it out of his dresser where he’d hidden it, “Hermione, I love you. And…I want this to be forever,” he sat down on the bed, his hand gently caressing her cheek, “I know we’re young, but…well I know I’m determined to stay by your side no matter what, and love you for all time.” He opened up a small box, “Hermione will you marry me?”

            “S-seri…” Hermione stared at the ring, speechless. Suddenly she looked up at him and kissed him passionately, “Yes, Salazar. Yes I’ll marry you,” she hugged him, her head resting against his own, “I love you,” she breathed.

            He slid the ring onto her finger, “I love you so much, I never thought you’d fall in love with me. Especially once I knew who my dad was.”

            “Salazar,” she shook her head, “I’m in a relationship with you, not your father. And honestly, he and I get along very well.” She kissed him again, “now lie down and let’s enjoy our newly cemented engagement,” she pushed him onto his back and his hands moved to her waist, “before everyone else gets up.”

            Harry stretched when he woke. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 8 am. He turned over to face his boyfriend, who was still asleep. He smiled. The werewolf looked really good asleep. Harry’s hands moved over Fenrir’s hairy chest. He really liked Fenrir. And he thought Fenrir really liked him. His behavior last night was odd though, he didn’t understand that. Fenrir moved and Harry leaned up and kissed him gently, “Wake up, my sexy stud.”

            Fenrir mumbled and Harry pushed him onto his back, leaning down to suck on his lover’s morning erection. Fenrir’s hand moved to the back of Harry’s head, holding him in place. Harry smiled around his cock. His lover was awake. He continued the blowjob, trying to look up but each time Fenrir forced his head down to suck as much of his cock as he could. When Fenrir came Harry greedily sucked it down, savoring his lover’s taste in his mouth before swallowing. Finally Harry was able to look up at him, “Good morning,” he said.

            “That certainly made it one,” Fenrir growled. Harry felt his cock get harder at Fenrir’s growl. Fenrir pulled Harry to him and kissed the boy passionately before sitting up and pushing Harry onto his back, “now let’s get closer,” he whispered the lubrication spell, not that they needed it with how wet Fenrir’s cock was. Fenrir slid in gently before beginning to thrust. Harry moaned and closed his eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

            When Fenrir came inside Harry, Harry climaxed as well. Fenrir collapsed next to him. “Thank you,” he whispered.

            Harry grinned and rolled on top of Fenrir, kissing him sweetly, “Thank you. That was great.”

            “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Fenrir wrapped his arms around Harry, “Merry Christmas, my pet.”

            “Merry Christmas,” Harry rested his head on his chest, sighing happily. “I wonder when breakfast is,” he mumbled.

            “I guess food would be nice. I did burn up a lot of energy last night,” he smirked.

            “Let’s shower and go downstairs then,” Harry suggested.

            “Sounds good to me,” Fenrir let Harry get up out of bed and followed him into the bathroom, “think I’ll fit in the shower?”

            Harry laughed, “We’ll figure it out if you don’t.”

            Voldemort stretched as he climbed out of the bed. He put on his exercise shorts and escaped down to the gym he’d altered to suit his needs. He put on the boxing gloves and proceeded to beat the punching bag.

            An hour later he finally stopped, his muscles bulging from their use as he took a towel and wrapped it around his neck. He sighed and looked at the clock. It was nearly time for breakfast. He got up and went to the weight bench. He didn’t care if he was wearing his exercise clothes when he ate.

            Hermione collapsed on top of her lover, “Let’s go shower. I’m getting hungry.”

            “Food? That sounds really good,” Salazar caressed her back, “Let’s take a bath instead of a shower. I want you in my lap,” he smiled. He stood up and picked her up, carrying her into the bathroom.

            Voldemort was downstairs first. He’d put on a tank top before coming down. He’d shower after breakfast. He had requested that the elves put together a Christmas tree the night before and he wanted to check on it. Underneath the tree were the presents he had bought for Hermione, Harry, and Salazar. He saw more presents than he expected. He noticed some from Hermione’s parents, and some for Harry and Hermione from the Weasleys. And Severus Snape had sent Salazar a few presents as well.

            “Dad!” Voldemort looked up to see his son and Hermione walking down the stairs, “Merry Christmas Dad.”

            “Merry Christmas Salazar, Hermione,” he nodded to the young woman as they walked over to him.

            “Salazar proposed this morning,” Hermione smiled, her hands wrapped around Salazar’s arm. He smiled shyly.

            “Congratulations,” Voldemort said, hugging his son. “You certainly kept that quiet.”

            “Well I didn’t want Hermione to find out,” Salazar blushed, “You like her, right Dad?” This was whispered into Voldemort’s ear. Voldemort felt his heart drop. Was his son that eager to please his father?

            “Hermione, you’re going to do me in,” Voldemort pulled away and stared her down, “I just this summer find my son and now I’ve got a daughter-in-law!” He laughed and Hermione smiled, Salazar breathing a quiet sigh of relief. She hugged Voldemort before pulling away, “I really have to step up as a father, don’t I,” he smirked.

            “I think you’ve done a good job so far,” she smiled.

            “Let’s go have breakfast, then tackle the presents,” Voldemort decided. “Come to the dining room. I know I’m starving.”

            Hermione walked ahead, leaving the two men to talk. “So you’re happy?”

            “Very,” Voldemort nodded. “Are you?”

            Salazar smiled, “I love her so much. I…well I know it’s hard to love me. My father is the Dark Lord and I’m a Slytherin. But Hermione…she doesn’t care. Or if she does, she likes it. She’s so wonderful. I’m very lucky. All I ever wanted was someone who I could claim some sort of relationship or bond with, and now I have you, Hermione, and Harry.”

            “From what I understand about love, your relations have nothing to do with it,” Voldemort walked with his son down to the dining room, “but having never experienced such an emotion before, I can only speak in hypotheticals.”



            Harry and Fenrir came downstairs within five minutes of everyone sitting down. Harry practically dragged the werewolf into the room, “Sorry, we got…distracted,” Harry said.

            “We haven’t been waiting long,” Salazar said. Hermione just stared before blinking and looking away. “Yeah I knew about them,” he whispered to his fiancé, “Harry was afraid to tell you.”

            Hermione smiled at Harry and they sat down to eat, “I see you said yes,” Harry nodded at the ring.

            “I did,” she looked over at Salazar, who was looking down at his plate, “I don’t know why he’s all of a sudden shy.”

            “Not shy,” he muttered. “Just trying to eat.”

            “I love you,” she kissed him.

            “I love you too,” Salazar said, letting her kiss him again before squeezing her hand and returning his attentions to his eggs.

            “You are shy,” she whispered as she nipped at his ear, “Your father doesn’t care, you know.”

            He looked at her, a blush rising on his pale cheeks. Hermione just shook her head. Salazar suddenly pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. He pulled away, “Better?” Hermione just nodded, blushing profusely. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her sweetly, “I love you, Hermione. Thank you for loving me just as much.”

            “You’re very, very welcome,” she held his hand, “now let’s eat.”

            After breakfast they moved to the living room, Salazar sitting on the loveseat with Hermione cuddling against him. Harry and Fenrir came in, Harry pushing Fenrir onto a chair and sitting on his lap, kissing him. The doorbell rang suddenly. Voldemort frowned and walked out to the entryway. No one knew where this castle was. He opened the large mahogany door to reveal a woman standing before him. He did a doubletake. She smiled nervously and said, “Hello, Voldemort.”

            “H-how…wh-wh-where…” He gave up his search for words as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Voldemort groaned and pushed her against the closed door, his hands moving over her body.

            The quartet in the living room exited to witness the scene as the redhead moaned into his mouth and clung to him as though if they were separated she would die. Voldemort’s hands continued to move, never stopping their perusal of her body. Aware now of an audience, and seeming to get his own senses back, Voldemort pulled away and took a deep breath. He stared at her before breathing the word, “Lily…”

            “I’ve missed you so,” she caressed his cheek.

            “It can’t really be you,” he shook his head. “You died. I…I killed you.”

            “You could never kill me,” she kissed him again, “we both know that.”

            “But then how…”

            She suddenly looked over at their audience and gasped, “My babies…you’ve grown up so much!” She ran to Salazar and Harry, pulling them into a tight hug. “Salazar, you look so much like your father. And Harry…I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for the both of you.”

            “M-Mom?” Salazar managed to say. Hermione looked over at Voldemort, who still looked stunned.

            Lily turned back to Voldemort, “I think your father and I need to talk before I answer anyone else’s questions.”

            “Y-yes upstairs my…my bedroom,” he took her arm and they went upstairs.
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