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Let Me Love You	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21946 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Return of the Prince

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Harry woke with the worst headache he’s ever had in this lifetime. Reaching up to massage the sore spot on his forehead, he stopped when he noticed that his fingers are heavily bandaged. Perplexed Harry examined his hand, trying to figure out what the hell happened. Movement in the left corner of the room caused Harry to quickly leap off the bed with his fangs and nails elongated ready for battle.
“If you partially shift again so quickly after not completely healed you will injure yourself much worse.” Harry could not decipher who said those words because of the loud ringing in his ear. Bringing his hands to his head, Harry felt confused and disoriented.
What the fuck is going on? What is she talking about?
Harry shook his head, trying to remember what happened and why he was hurt. Nothing immediately came to mind the only thing that happened was his head began to hurt worse. Then Harry remembered someone spoke, and he had of yet seen their face.
“Where am I? Who are you? Show yourself this instant?” Harry demands as the ringing in his ears grows louder, and his body began to ache. His legs felt weak, but he refused to show just how much he was hurting.
His question was not answered, “I don’t understand he should be completely healed by now.” The voice that spoke was female and sounded anxious, and Harry in his haze could not figure out who she was talking about. Her voice soothed him and for a few minutes, Harry felt as if can breathe easily.
“I will kill that frustrum stercore Lamia!” Roars a strong male voice. (Piece of shit vampire)
“Please, cessabit vir meus rex, Lysander tutum est et ad nostra nobiscum.” Again, it was the calming female voice that spoke. (Please be calm, my husband, King, our Lysander is safe and at home with us)
Who the fuck is Lysander? Harry wondered. If he were more coherent, he would’ve realized that they are not speaking English, and he understood them perfectly.
Am I dreaming or am I dead? He silently mused. Why can’t I remember? If I’m dead, does this mean I will never see my parents again? Sirius and Remus or my friends. Draco and Blaise must be going out of their minds.
Harry shook his head and his vision blurred. He blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision and thoughts. What about Severus? I will never get to see his handsome face again or kiss his sweet lips. I wished we would’ve gotten more time together, my Severus. Be happy find another to love. But, please, don’t forget me.
Harry chuckled to himself, if Draco heard his thoughts, he would have called him a drama queen. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Harry’s stomach worse than anything he could have imagined. Suddenly a sharp pain laced to his ribs caused him to double over, falling to his knees grabbing onto his left side. He covered his mouth to try and stop himself from retching, but he was not quick enough. Bile spewed from his lips. He felt weak and dizzy. Strong hands picked him up and cuddled him in their arms while Harry continued to empty the contents of his stomach. The last words he heard was a worried female voice screaming for someone or thing called a Medicus.
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Severus’ head swung back from another hard blow to his face. He was hungry, weak and in pain. The hit to his ribs and stomach didn't hurt that much, but he felt the lingering pain. Blood ran down his face and matted in his hair. This was not supposed to happen. When he went to get help he did not expect to be knocked out and end up chained up and becoming a punching bag for an enthusiastic Mac Tíre Hibrideach. Severus doesn’t fear for his life, his only worry was for Harry, no Lysander, he is the Prince and Heir to the throne of Mac Tíre Hibrideach Kingdom. Severus knew he would need to get used to calling him Lysander and not Harry.
Then a thought occurred to him. How long have I been down here?
The last thing he remembers before he getting knocked on the back of the head was going to get the one person who can help Lysander before things went crazy. Severus realized his mistake the moment he brought Remus in his private quarters hoping he could help.
Has Lysander woken up?
Severus did not fear death, but wished he could have told his mate how he felt. Their constant arguing, his refusal to be with his mate because of his own stupid reason seemed so inconsequential. Another hard blow to his head pulled Severus from his thoughts, one of his eyes was swollen shut and his hung over the other. It would be easy to overpower his captives if they did not use silver to keep him in line. His back sore from the whippings he received, but it pales in comparison to the thought that he will never see Harry again.
Severus lifts his head to meet his captor's head on when another his was coming his way. “Enough!” Was yelled before the next hit came.
Severus knew that voice, it was the one person he thought would’ve helped when Harry refused to wake up after their fight. Two days that is how long Harry was out of it. It was a blessing that it was the weekend and with students sometimes using the weekend to travel, no one noticed Harry was missing. Lucius and Marvolo kept Draco and Blaise busy so that they were unable to figure out what had happened.
Severus lifted his head as much as he could see through his blood soaked hair hanging in his face. Remus was standing in front of him. “Come to watch me die?” He wheezed pain laced his jaw as he tried to speak.
“Leave us,” Remus tells the torture master. Severus heard the door shut and before him stood a more elegant and well-dressed Remus Lupin, gone were his usual tattered tweed jacket and patched stitched pants. “I do not wish to kill you, but I will gladly watch you die, Prince Severus,” he said.
“Don’t you clean up nicely?” Severus sneered as best he could.
Remus did not respond to his jab. “You must understand where I am coming from.”
“Understand!’ Severus yelled, then laughed out loud, but there was no joy in it. He ignored the pain in his jaw. “I came to you for help, and you betrayed me, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”
“What was I supposed to think!” Remus yelled in his face. At the thought of Harry almost die pain seized Severus' heart, but he did not hold back his anger for Remus. “I walk into your quarters to see my godson and Prince was lying unconscious with noticeable marks. You are alive right now because the king and queen need answers. Otherwise, I would have killed you long ago.”
“You could have given me a chance to explain,” Severus argued back. Then he thought of another question. “How did you get us out of Hogwarts without being seen?” Severus asked.
Remus stared at Severus in annoyance, “I have my ways of entering the castle without being noticed.”
Severus felt for years that Remus and his band of misfit friends found ways to sneak in and out of Hogwarts, but he had of yet figured it out.
“I have always hated you, and now I know why.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Severus told him. Angry or not Severus needed to know. His primary concern is his mate. “Is he okay?” He did not need to say who he was asking about.
“No thanks to you.” Came Remus scathing remark.
“You should have fucking listened to me,” Severus said again. “Had I known your true identity I wouldn’t have gone to you for help. You have taken my mate away from me without waiting for me to explain.”
“You are a filthy bloodsucker and you expect me to believe that the Prince is your one true mate! Don’t make me laugh.” Remus actually smiled. “There was nothing you could have said to sway me. You’re an unworthy mate, you are nothing but a canes sordidos. And once he realizes what you are I will make sure he will have nothing to do with you.” He snarled showing his fangs.
“Believe what you wish, but we are mates, and nothing you say or do can come between us.” Severus said, “and the only filthy dog I see standing in front of me is you.”
Severus expected the hard punch in the face, but gasped when saw a beautiful woman suddenly standing behind Remus. While he and Remus were having words she must have sneaked in without them noticing. Severus did not have to guess who the woman was, her beauty rivals that of his own mother. Her olive skin and dull exotic green eyes like his mate. Up close Severus notices the difference of the blue and silver streaks that is boring into his ink black eyes. Beautiful long raven almost blue hair reaching her ankles. She wore an off the shoulder gorgeous purple robes that fit her slender frame well. Thick silver bracelets adorn her wrists.
“Are you telling the truth?” She asked quietly. Severus did not need to guess what she was asking. “Are you my son’s mate?”
Severus nods his head just as Remus turned around and quickly falling to his knees bowing his head. “My Queen, why are you down here? This is no place for you.”
She held up her hand, stopping anything that Remus might say. “I go where I please Romulus. You are my kin, and it is your job to protect me, but do not question me.” She said with authority, then touched his cheeks gently with the back of her hand. “Now rise, my young one.” Remus kissed the back of her hand before he got up and stood beside her protecting her from Severus.
As if I can do anything in my weakened state. Thought Severus.
With his one good eye, Severus observed the Queen’s delicate features and for the first time, he realized that the green in her eyes reminded him of his mate.
“I apologize for your treatment, thus far, young Prince.” She began stepping closer to Severus. Remus went to stop her, but with a look, he kept his hand by his side. “But you must understand. The King and I have been searching for our Lysander since he was taken from us.” The sadness in her eyes broke Severus’ heart and then it turned to fear when the tip of a silver blade pierced his chin.
“Tell me, young Prince, why did you king take away my precious child while he slept? Why did he take my child when I was at my weakest? While my King was distracted celebrating the birth of his son?!” In an instant, the sweet, beautiful queen who came into the room was replaced by an angry and menacing woman.
Severus held his ground when he answered, “I assure you, Queen Vivienne of the Mac Tíre Hibrideach, my kingdom had nothing to do with the kidnapping of the Prince.” Severus stared into her eyes as best he could. The coldness staring back at him chilled him to his very bones.
“I wondered for years if your king and queen could be so callous taking a child away from his mother before she had a chance to hold him.” Her lips curled when she whispered the last words. The tip of the knife pressed into his chin felt as if it pierced his flesh. “I wonder if they will feel the pain I felt as if my heart was literally ripped from my heart if I kill you now and send your head back to them? Will they understand my pain?” She growled.
“I will tell you once more, Queen Vivienne. My kingdom had nothing to do with the kidnapping of the Prince. We have been at war, and many have died because of the traitorous actions of a common enemy.”
“Swear it!’ She yelled, and the knife felt as if it went deeper into his skin. Her hands were shaking, and her lips trembled. “Swear on your life, swear it with your blood!”
Severus spoke as carefully as he could without damaging himself further, “I swear it on my life, my blood, and on the life of my mate, Prince Lysander Greyback.” They stared into each other’s eyes. Severus let her see his vulnerability as well as his, pain, anger and regret. The queen glared into his before closing her eyes removing the knife and stepped away from him.
“Release him, ensure that he is fed and well cared for,” She instructed to Remus. “Do not harm another hair on his body. I want him completely healed when he is brought before the king. And Romulus, make sure he has a guard twenty-four seven.”
Remus quickly nods his head, “as you wish, my Queen.”
She then turned to look at Severus still hanging from his silver chains. “Do not make me regret my decision by releasing young Prince. Mate to my son or not I will end your life if the need arises.” The dangerous glint in her eyes made Severus believe her. The Queens beauty is known throughout the lands, but no one had ever spoken about just how deadly and bloodthirsty she could be. She turned and exited the dungeons leaving Remus and Severus alone.
“I don’t trust you, Lamia,” Remus affirmed. “But I will trust in my Queen.” He stepped closer to Severus. “Abuse her trust and I will kill you before she gets the chance.” Severus nodded his head in understanding, he will need to regain their confidence, besides he was too weak and injured to argue. But at least, he will be able to see and be with his mate. Or he hoped. Severus’s last thought before his world went black was how he ended up in the Mac Tíre Hibrideach dungeons.
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Harry woke up again and this time, his body felt rested, he was not sore or screaming out in pain. Oddly, he felt safe, much safer than he did before. Harry rolled over, and the scent, lavender with a hint of vanilla hit his nose. It calmed him and Harry burrowed his face into the softness of the pillow and hums. Fingers caressed his hair and Harry stiffened.
“Shh, my son, mother is here.” Mother, Harry reveled in the feel of his mother's comforting fingers running through his hair. Soft giggles reached his ear, “such a good little pup.” Harry does not recognize the voice, and it did not belong to Lily Potter, yet he was not afraid. The familiarity of the female presence made him feel warm like a newborn babe.
“Mother,” Harry whispers without opening his eyes.
“You had us worried my young one. Your father has been beside himself.” His mother says to him.
“Why would father care for my safety or you for that matter?” Harry asks.
“Lysander,” at that name Harry lifts his head snapping his eyes open and stared into mirror emerald green that resembled his with the stark differences of blue and silver.
“Who-who are you?” Harry stammered out his question. “Who is this Lysander?” Harry looked around and did not recognize anything, he knew for certain he not at Hogwarts. “Where am I?”
The beautiful woman stands and Harry could only remark at her regal appearance. Her long raven hair enhanced the markings visible on her body. The markings on the side of her face didn't take away from her beauty. The gold and silver chain crown with the jade diamond pendant on her head glistened in the candlelight.
Harry got up from the bed and staggered away from her, and he did not miss the hurt look on her face.
“Please,” she said, getting up from her seated position. “Do not be afraid, I am queen Vivienne, and you are my son, you are my Lysander Ferris Greyback.” Her voice was sweet and genuine. Harry's head moved side to side in disbelief. “You were taken away from us when you were but a newborn babe from your bassinet.”
Harry could not believe what she was saying to him. She had to be mistaken or crazy. But she seemed perfectly sane to me. While she spoke, Harry searched around the room hoping for some sign to tell him where he was. Nothing looked familiar to him. Where the fuck am I? And how the fuck did I get here?
“You are the Prince and Heir to the throne of Mac Tíre Hibrideach Kingdom, one day when I can convince your father, King Fenrir that you are ready to succeed him. You will be king.”
Harry's head began to hurt, and he shook it again in disbelief. “I-I can’t be your son.” He whispers. “I’m sorry you must be mistaken.” He said with the confidence he did not feel. “My name is Harry James Potter. My parents are James and Lily Potter, and they have been in love with each other since they were teenagers. I attend Hogwarts.” Harry continued to name everything familiar to him, hoping that she would believe that she had mistaken him for the wrong person. "My godfather's name is Sirius Black. My best friends are Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini we have been together since the day, our parents introduced us when we were kids." Harry smiled, "we are called the three musketeers, but don't tell Pansy, that's Blaise's girlfriend one of the smartest witches I know. So you see I cannot be who you think I am." He said earnestly.
“But you are, my sweet boy, ” she says, reaching out and cupping Harry’s cheeks. Again, Harry remarked how unafraid he felt. “You have my eyes, and hair except for the silver streak.” She says, reaching up gliding her fingers through Harry’s hair. “That you got from your father.”
Harry turned his eyes and for the first time notices the silver and the length of his hair. He reached up to touch his hair but stopped when the markings on his arm caught his eyes.
What the hell is going on? What are these and where did they come from?” With his other hand, Harry traced the marks on his arm in wonder.
“Those are your mating mark,” Queen Vivienne traced along with Harry’s fingers.
“Mating marks?” Harry asked confused.
She did not answer his question. Instead, she lifted her robes and walked over to the door opening it. “Come with me, my young one your father is dying to speak with you. He would have been here, but he had a meeting to attend.” Harry hesitated before moving from his position; he didn't know where he was and although Vivienne seemed nice she could be leading him into danger.
Reluctantly, Harry followed her. He passed by a mirror but did not stop to look at his reflection, if he did, Harry would have noticed his new appearance. Other than his hair, he was dressed in the finest purple robes laced with gold trimmings. On his head, delicately rested a silver and gold twined together crown fit for a prince.
Noticing that Vivienne was no longer standing at the open door, Harry hurried to catch up with her but paused suddenly when two men with spares stood on either side of the entrance.
“Come along,” Harry turns his head to see Vivienne waiting for him. “I promise you are safe.” She coaxed gently. Harry turns and look to the two menacing men still standing in front of him. He was afraid to move. “They are your personal guards, my son.” Vivienne says, answering his unasked questions, he would have also corrected her again stating that he was not her son, but felt she would not have listened. She seemed to believe he was her child she lost long ago. If it will keep him safe Harry promised himself to pretend until he was able to make his escape.
The man standing on his left quickly fell to his knees, “My name is Bariston, my Prince. I pledge to never leave your side and to protect you with my life, from this day forward.”
Harry did not know what to say about that, the fact that these people believe that they are his prince or that they will put their lives in danger for him, made him a bit sick. On instincts, Harry touched Bariston’s head, “Thank you, but I hope you won’t need to.” He said timidly.
Before Bariston could respond the guard on his right also went to his knees, “I am Aremet, my Prince, brother-in-law to Bariston. It is my pleasure to serve and protect you.”
Harry stared between both in utter shock. “Why?” He asked, “Why would you pledge your lives? You do not know me; I am a stranger.”
“You are our Prince,” Bariston answered. “Our family has severed the royal court for all time. It is our duty.”
Before Harry could say another word both men quickly stood to their feet and stepped aside for him to walk out of the door. Delicate fingers touched him on the arms drawing his attention away from Bariston and Aremet.
“You must be famished?” Food was all forgotten with everything that is going on, “I know you have a lot of questions, my young one.” Harry nodded his head. “Your father and I will answer them after you have eaten.” She said sternly. “You are nothing but skin and bones, the ones who took you from us obviously have not been caring for you.”
Harry felt dazed from all the emotions swirling around. He knew he should defend James and Lily Potter because they are his parents. But his mother and father only cared for themselves, pandering to the needs of society rather than the needs of their son. Harry tried to keep up with the change in the atmosphere. One minute everything was tense and he felt uncertain of where he is and what is going on and then the next he is being pampered and fussed over.
“Where are we going?” Harry asked as he and Vivienne walked down a torch lit passageway on the walls were ornate designs of dragons, snakes and what looked to be werewolves. To Harry, it appeared as if the pictures on the walls were telling a story. He couldn’t help but be distracted by the drawings.
“We are going to join your father and cousin for dinner. We are keeping your return quiet until you have become accustomed be here.” Vivienne finally answered.
Harry heard her, but the drawings on the walls intrigued him so much that he stopped walking to stare at the picture of a large man with silver hair with his arms wrapped around a beautiful woman that looked like Vivienne, crystal tears running down her cheeks. The sadness on her face pulled him in making him ache, and Harry had no idea why he felt that way. Vivienne must have realized he was not walking beside her and turned back to see what was holding him up.
“This is a mural that tells the story of our people.” Vivienne stepped closer to Harry breaking the silence. “This mural depicts the night we lost, the night you were stolen from us.” She whispered the last words.
Harry’s eyes travel the lines back and watched in reverse, starting with a pregnant Vivienne, and the joy on both the man who he assumed is the king and queen's face. The king kneeling before the queen resting his cheeks on her extended stomach. The birth of their child and the utter joy on the king and the queens' faces, the celebration of their people. Harry stepped closer to get a better look at the baby's face lying in the bassinet, and gasped. The baby looked like him from the pictures Sirius showed him from when he was a baby. The lightning bolt scar on his forehead, bright green eyes, raven hair the only thing that is different is the silver streak going down the center of his hair.
Harry reached up with one hand and touched the scar on the baby’s head and with the other, he traced his own forehead. He knew what the scar looked like he saw it in the mirror every day and have always wondered where he got it from. His parents have told him he got it when he fell from his crib when he was a baby. But now seeing the baby in this drawing, it made him wonder if they lied to him and what else have they lied about.
“You were taken from us days after your birth.” Her breath hitched and Harry turned to stare at her, she had unwashed tears in her eyes. “I missed you growing up and turning into the man standing beside me.” Harry could not take his eyes off her as she spoke, the sorrow in her voice continued to touch him deeply. “They stole everything away from us, they made us believe you were dead!” She yelled her voice echoed through the empty passageway. Harry did not see the two guards, but felt their presence.
“But your father and never gave up hope. We never stopped searching for you. We missed your first step, your smile. Your first words.” Harry wanted to reach out and pull her in his arms, but this was new to him. Lily his own mother had never shown any type of emotion for him. She rarely hugged him.
“I wasn’t there for you when you had your first nightmare, to comfort and hold you, soothe your worries.” Tears ran down her eyes and just like the king in the picture Harry forgo his worry and pulled her into his arms. She was a bit taller than him, but he held her while she cried. “And I want them to pay.” She murmured in his ear. “I want them to die, I want them to feel the pain I felt when they took you away from me.”
Vivienne continued to cry, and Harry held her in his arms. He did not know what to say, but really, what could he say. Vivienne is a mother who lost her child at the hands of another. Harry could not deny the connection he feels towards Vivienne, closer than he felt towards his mother Lily. And for the first time in a matter of minutes, he wished Vivienne was his mother. He held her a bit longer as his eyes strayed to the mural on the wall.
Could Vivienne really be who she said she is? Can she be my mother, or am I simply wishing she was?
Harry was very confused about everything that was going on and what he was feeling. But he relished in the fact that he was able to comfort the woman in his arms, even if she believes that he was her stolen son. Maybe I could continue to be their son, even if it was for a little while.
Collecting herself, Vivienne pulled out of Harry’s arms and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. “I apologize for my behavior,” she said, smiling. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes slightly puffy from her crying.
“It’s ok, everyone deserves a good cry now and then,” Harry told her easing any tension between them.
Vivienne smiled at him, then raised her hands “It’s just,” she said, cupping his cheeks, her eyes were red from crying. “I wanted to witness all your firsts.”
“It’s not too late,” Harry told her. “I still have many firsts to experience and anything you want to know all you need to do is simply ask.” Harry’s heart soared when Vivienne face lit up with a genuine smile.
She kissed the top of his forehead before releasing his face. “You are so right, my Lysander. Now, escort your mother to dinner. I have kept you long enough, and I am absolutely certain your father will howl his head off if we are late anymore.”
Feeling silly Harry bowed, “It would be my pleasure, my Lady.” Then lift his head to witness the sparkle in her eyes. He also didn't correct her on his name. Maybe once she gets to know him, she will start calling him Harry rather than Lysander.
She giggled before answering, “you are certainly a charmer, just like that father of yours.”
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Harry extended his left arm and graciously Vivienne took his arm, and they continued on to their original path. Vivienne tried to hold in her joy and excitement as much as she could, but she could not get over having her son so close to her. His sweet face a mixture of strength and beauty. He will make a great king one day. Vivienne remembers the gut-wrenching heartache she felt when Lysander was taken away from her. And the utter joy and relief when Romulus appeared with Lysander and that Lamia in the middle of the dining hall. That was three days ago, years of searching and worrying about her child vanished the moment Romulus brought her son back to her.
Vivienne remembered the anger that overtook her at seeing how battered and bruised he was and demanded answers. That is why she went to the dungeons and hearing that her precious son was mated to a Lamia. As a mother, she was overjoyed that her son found his forever love, but as an enemy to the Lamia, she felt that her son was tricked or had some kind of witchcraft cast on her son. Yet, hearing the vow the young Prince made gave her pause to think that they are indeed mates.
“My Lady,” Lysander called to her as they entered another hall leading directly into the dining room where the servants are preparing the table for their meal. Vivienne saw the surprised looks of seeing their prince in the flesh after so many years but did not comment on it. She did not want to scare Lysander anymore than he already was.
“Yes, my son,” she answered him.
“There was a reason why you brought me that way, wasn’t it?”
Vivienne smiled to herself, “You are quite perceptive, my Lysander.” She looked down at him and wondered not for the first time why he was not as tall as his father or herself. “I took you that way because I wanted you to see for yourself that you belong to us. More rooms and passageways show our history. Our war with the Lamia’s and the rise and fall of our people. I want you to know about your ancestry, my Lysander.”
Vivienne did not miss the look of despair on Lysander’s face when she mentioned that he belonged to them. She was aware of his uncertainty that this was his home and that she was his mother. She stopped and stood in front of him, resting gentle hands on his shoulders.
“I know you are afraid,” She began. “We are strangers to you, but to us, that is your father and I. You have always been with us. And besides, I am quite sure once you see your cousin all will become familiar to you once again.”
Just as she spoke those words loud footsteps echoed in another part of the doorway then stopped abruptly. Vivienne knew exactly who it was and did not need to turn to see who it was that stopped at the entrance of the room. A gasped is heard when Lysander saw his father towering behind her. Vivienne saw the look of amazement on Lysander’s face. Fenrir Grayback, king of the Mac Tíre Hibrideach stood at 7 ft. three hundred pounds of hulking muscles. His long silver mane reaching the middle of his back, blue sparkling eyes and a bright smile to match his handsome face that charms the Lords and Lady’s of their land. To Lysander, Fenrir would seem intimidating seeing him for the first time. But once they get to know him, her husband will become the pushover she knew her husband to be.
Vivienne turned and saw her husband staring down at their son without the frown lines on his face. The last couple of days and hours her husband worried and threatened death to the Lamia that was in their dungeons. It was only her seductive persuasion that stopped him from snapping the Lamia in half. Vivienne still has not told her husband among other things that she had the Lamia moved or heaven forbid that he was their son’s mate.
Before she could stop him in short quick steps, Fenrir scooped Lysander into an almost bone-crushing hug. Vivienne giggled when Lysander gave an unmanly squeak. Fenrir sometimes forgets his strength.
“Fenrir, put my son down this instant,” Vivienne said stomping her feet. “So help me, if you reopen his wounds once again, no sex for a month.”
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Gently, Fenrir set Lysander down and stood back to examine his son. He held on to his emotions at seeing his child for the first time after so many years. He could not help the smile that was on his face. He knew it was blinding. His brows furrowed as worry overtook him, why is he so tiny, compared to Fenrir Lysander was tiny for his age and height. But other than that Fenrir was happy to have his son back where he belonged.
“I apologize, my dear. It does a father good to see his boy walking around.” Fenrir leaned down and kissed his love on her cheeks.
“It’s quite alright my love,” she responded. “However, you gave our son a fright.”
Fenrir, looked back to his son and placed gently hands on Lysander shoulders. “How are you, my boy?” An answer to his question came when Lysander’s stomach growled loudly. Fenrir let out a booming laugh when Lysander’s cheeks reddened embarrassed. “Well, that certainly answered my question.” Fenrir circled one arm around Lysander’s shoulder and led him to him to the table. “Let's eat and discuss things. I am sure you have a thousand of questions your mother and I will try to answer.”
They walked over to the table Vivienne sat in the chair to his right and Lysander to his left. The servants came in one by one and served them their first course of soup. Fenrir kept a sharp eye on his son making sure he ate every last drop and was happy when Lysander emptied his bowl.
Good, he has a healthy appetite. We Greybacks are known for our appetite for sex and food. Oh, Shit! Has he had sex yet? Will I need to talk to him about that? Maybe I can leave that conversation for his mother. Sex! No one had better not touched my boy. He’s too young for sex or even a mate!
Fenrir did not realize he was growling until Vivienne called it to his attention.
“Did one of our delegates made you angry dear, you’re growling and scaring poor Lysander. We will also need to buy new spoons you just bent the one in your hand.” Fenrir brows furrowed again and looked from his wife to his son whose eyes were wide as saucers and then to the spoon in his hand. Clearing his throat Fenrir placed his spoon down and instantly the second course was placed in front of him.
“No, I had an unpleasant thought,” he answered.
“Care to share?” His wife asked.
“Maybe later,” his response was quick hoping that she would get the idea to change to subject.
“I-” Lysander spoke up then stopped whatever he was going to say.
“Speak up my son, never be afraid to ask questions,” Fenrir told his son. Fenrir does not want his child to be afraid of him. He realized that his height can be a bit intimidating, but that is how it had been for the men in their bloodline. To the court and his some of his people, Fenrir knows he can be a bit terrifying. But never with the members of his family.
Lysander opened his mouth then closed it again, and closed his eyes then snapped it open again. “How-how did I get here?”
Fenrir turned and looked at his wife, “Didn’t you explain that to him?”
She shook her head no, “I told him we will explain that to him together.”
Fenrir nodded his head in understand looking back to his son. “You were brought here by your cousin Romulus, who is also one of our operatives.” Fenrir saw the confusion on Lysander’s face but ignored it and continued to explain. “Romulus was sent on a mission to the world of the Magicks that caused him to stay longer than it was required.”
“He was unaware,” Vivienne picked up the conversation. “You see, my son, when you were taken away from us, we suspected the Lamia of such treachery. We began a war with them and demand they returned you back to us.” Fenrir watched his son’s expression and expected some kind of reaction from him, when none came it caused him to worry a bit. Anyone would be concerned if a war was started in their name.
“Their claims of denial angered us more and so the war has continued. We sent spies to infiltrate their camps as well as sending a few in various worlds. Your cousin Romulus was sent to the world of the Magicks.” Fenrir explained. “That was where you were found, and not only that in the clutches of a Lamia.”
Vivienne cleared her throat and placed a gentle hand on his, “We are simply happy to have you home.”
“My cousin where is he I would like to meet him and thank him for bringing me home.” Fenrir felt as if something significant happened but could not put his finger on it. The sweet caress of Vivienne’s fingers was distracting him putting thoughts in his head he should not have in the presence of his son.
“Yes dear, where is Romulus?” Vivienne asked, and Fenrir took in a breath and scented the air a sweet arousing aroma wafted under his nose causing his cock to stir. Fenrir discreetly reached under the table to position his cock hoping that his son did not notice the change in his body language. Fenrir refused to look at his wife because he is certain she is just as aroused as he was. The joy of having their son home, the talk of war coiled with their thirst for blood stirred and aroused them, her eyes will be swirling showing just how much she wanted him.
“Umm….Romulus has decided to return to the world of the Magicks and explain everything to his mate in hopes he will return with him.”
Vivienne leaned closer to the table resting an elbow on the table enhancing her ample bosom. Fenrir prayed to the gods his son had no idea what his sweet minx of a wife was up to.
“How wonderful,” Vivienne cheered then licked her lips. “Our family is growing my king.”
Fenrir finally looked at his wife his breath caught in his throat, her eyes blown with arousal. A throat clearing pulled Fenrir away from his wife’s heaving chest, and he turned to see his son looking at them with a sneaky smile his face.
“I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed and very knackered, it has been a very long day” He said getting up from the table. “I think I will go back to my room. Thank you both for taking such good care of me.” He bowed his head respectfully. “Good night, m-,” He paused.
“Take your time, Lysander. The day will come when calling us mother and father will be an ease on your tongue. Sleep well my son.”
Lysander walked out of the dining hall with Bariston and Aremet no doubt on his heels to guide and guard him. Fenrir watched as his son disappeared from the hall then turned to his wife. “I have the sneaky suspicion you are keeping something from me my queen.”
The smile on her face did not ease his arousal only heightened it. His queen was ruthless to her enemies and passionate when he fucked her without mercy. Fenrir watched as she stood from her chair, one of her bracelets that doubles as a blade in her hand, she extends it to him. Fenrir took the blade and pulled her to him, he trailed the tip of the blade from her chin slowly not drawing blood and down to her cleavage. Her breath hitched when he stopped at the top of her corset.
“Tell me, my queen, what are you hiding from me?”
She licked her lips, “I keep no secrets from you, my love.”
Fenrir smiled, his woman is sneaky and smart, it is one of her many qualities he found alluring. Fenrir sliced the blade cutting her corset in half exposing her breasts to him. All thoughts of questions and secrets left his mind. Fenrir leaned closer and took a nipple in his mouth grazing his fangs over the rose color pebble. He growled when she straddled his legs positioning herself across his aroused cock.
“Everything I am is laid bare to you, my love.”
Fenrir growled as an answer losing himself in his wife and forgetting everyone and everything else.
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Harry walked through the halls, taking in the scenery. He needed to get out there. He snickered at the poor king. It seemed that the queen had a few tricks up her sleeve to keep the king mind focus on certain topics. However, that made Harry wonder, what was she hiding from the king? Harry recalled part of the story that the king spoke about from Severus’ letter. Harry sighed and stopped at an open arched window and stared out of what he can only assume is his new home.
Severus will I ever see him again? Is he worried about me? In his letter Severus said he was Prince of the Vampire Kingdom the Lamia, the ones this kingdom is fighting against. There are so many things Harry does not understand, there are so many questions he needed answers to. Standing in the king's presence, Harry felt like a bit intimidated, or rather like a child, and not the man he claims to be. Granted Hagrid is a half-giant, but it appeared to Harry that the king was larger than life. Harry turned and made his way back down the hall he and Vivienne walked earlier, or he thought it was when his heart began to pound suddenly in his chest.
Harry stopped and fell to his knees at the blinding pain; his breathing became shallow, and he felt as if he was going to have a heart attack. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his vision became blurry. Harry blinked a few times to clear his vision.
What is going on, why is he feeling like this? Am I dying?
As suddenly as the symptoms came they stopped, Harry was so confused as to why things keep happening to him. Harry took a deep breath and got to his knees they were shaky and unsteady. He stumbled over to the nearest wall and rested against it. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing to calm himself. Once he was calm again, he opened his eyes realizing that he was not leaning against a wall but a door. There were no guards stationed in front of it and it intrigued him.
After leaving the dining hall, Harry realized Bariston and Aremet were following him and instructed them to leave him alone. He needed time to think without their presence. Unwillingly, they left, but Harry thought one of them would stick close to him. Obviously being a Prince others listen to my command. He shrugged and entered his room a gasp escaped mouth in shock at what he saw.
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Severus was going out of his mind; he needed to see and touch Harry. No, he is now Lysander, I must no longer see him as Harry. It will be hard, but it must be done.
Since his transfer from the dungeons, Severus has been fed but with animal blood that leaves a horrible taste in his mouth but it helped heal some of his injuries. “Fucking dog got too much enjoyment in seeing me bleed.” He mumbled to himself. Severus knew that it was no use trying to escape, especially with his injuries, the heavily armed guards would stop him before he makes it down the hall. Besides he couldn’t leave without seeing Lysander or trying to explain his side of things. Severus is certain that Lysander is confused as to what was going on. He also knew of the lies the king and queen could be filling Harry’s head with. Severus did not want to think ill will of the king and queen, but they will try to turn Lysander onto their side. Severus looked around his room it is tastefully decorated in blue and soft gray tones that are supposed to be relaxing, but all Severus felt was built up tension.
By now his friends Lucius and Marvolo should have contacted his parents letting him know that he is missing. Severus hoped that his parents will give him time to work something out before they stormed the castle and demanded his return. At his age he knew how to be diplomatic and negotiate his own release. He wondered what his parents thought when they found out that he is mated to the Prince of their enemies. Severus could only guess his mother’s reaction. Just like Queen Vivienne, Eileen Snape is a protective mother of Severus even at this age. Severus wished he could control this situation but had no idea exactly how to do it. Suddenly, Severus double over in pain curling in the fetal position. His hunger was escalating, if he and Harry are not able to complete their mating he will eventually enter into bloodlust, go mad and eventually be killed.
Is that their plan? Don’t they know that this will affect Harry as well.
Now that they have shared blood Harry will need him also. Sooner or later Harry will start to experience the effects of the beginning stages of their mating. It was one of the reasons why Severus held off for so long. The desire to be near each other will soon start to claw at Harry’s inside. However, being that Harry is a Mac Tíre Hibrideach the symptoms could cause problems for their mating. The difference in the creature blood could make the symptoms worse. Not in all of their history as far as Severus knows a Lamia and a Mac Tíre Hibrideach mated before.
What kind of hand is lady fate playing? Severus wondered.
Severus closed his eyes and grits his teeth together trying to stave off the pain. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he tries not to scream out in pain. He needed Harry, Severus needed to feel and taste him, have his blood, even the smallest drop will suffice. Severus was so focused on relieving his pain he did not hear the door opening. Severus sniffed the air, and the sweetest scent reached his nose. It smelled of life, and earth. His fangs elongated, and Severus opened his eyes, looking around the room everything was void of color. His vision was blurred, slowly he got to his knees and crawled off the bed letting his nose lead the way.
The closer he moved to the whatever the scent was the sweeter it became. Severus, heard a voice in his head but could not understand what they were saying. His bloodlust came on quicker than he was expecting. A moan reached his ear and a feral growl vibrated from his chest to his lips. His fang scraped against succulent flesh and without thought he sunk them into the flesh pulling. Sweet, heaven filled his mouth, and Severus moaned and dug his fangs into the flesh more.
Severus closed his eyes at the taste and drank to his heart's content. His haze began to fade the more he drank, and his mind began to clear. In his mind, Severus saw his blue threads of life entwining with gold threads making them one.
Harry. The thread belongs to Harry. No, Lysander he shall now be called as such.
Feeling that he has had enough he slowly pulled his fangs from the flesh and licked the wound. His mate shivered and Severus growled in approval. Lifting his head, Severus stared down into colorless eyes. Slowly he craned his head to the side showing his neck.
“Drink,” he purred, “take from me, complete our bond, binding us together forever.”
Lysander’s face half morphed into his beast and his fangs elongated. Swiftly, he moved and stuck his fangs into Severus’ neck. Moaning as soon as Severus blood touched his mouth. Severus cupped the back of his mates head deepening his fangs into his flesh. Severus closed his eyes. His cock was hard and ready to explode. Moving his free hand down to Lysander’s waist, Severus pulled their bodies closer; their clothes cock pressed together. He moaned when Lysander growled in his neck sending vibrations and shivers all over his body. Their mating was unconventional from the beginning, but this made it so much hotter.
Roughly he pulled Lysander’s face and fangs from his neck, and blood ran down his neck onto his naked chest. Severus closed his eyes and concentrated on the wound, now mated his strength has fully returned. Once the wound was closed, he opened his eyes and stared at his ravenous mate. Fresh blood stained his lips and chin and neck. More aroused than he had ever been in his life, Severus leaned in and licked the blood all the way up to his mates sweet blood coated lips tongue fucking Lysander’s mouth.
Slowly, he backed them up to the bed falling into each other’s arms. Severus never separated their lips. On the bed, he was able to feel Lysander’s harden cock better. Reaching down Severus slipped one of his hand in between them rubbing on Lysander’s hard and leaking cock. Lysander grinds his hips into Severus hand moaning and whimpering in his mouth.
Lysander lifted his head from his neck Severus gasped at the beautiful sight his mate made, “fuck, so good.” He groaned, not holding back his desire.
Lysander opened his eyes the same time Severus growled digging his nails into Lysander's skin throw his clothes. They stared at each other and Severus was able to see the colors in Lysander’s eyes swirling. Severus removed the hand between them he widened his legs, and grabbed onto Lysander’s hips bringing their cocks together. Grinding and rubbing them together causing sweet and unimaginable friction. Their breaths mingled a new scent filled the air of sweat and blood arousing Severus more. Lysander’s body shivered and Severus felt hot cum soaked through his pants filled with a new scent in the air causing him to cum.
Severus groaned and craned his head once more this time instead of biting, Harry licked a trail from his neck to his jaw and eventually turning his head so that he could get his lips. They kissed once more before Harry snuggled into his chest falling asleep. Severus laid awake long after Harry fell asleep wondering what will happen now that they have mated.
A snarky smiled played over his lips. It seems the king and queen did not count on Harry finding his way to him. Severus held onto Harry placed a gentle kiss on top of his head inhaling their combined scent and closed his eyes finally falling to sleep.
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Outside the door, a figure listens to the sounds of loving coming through the door. She knew it was wrong to keep the information from her husband King, but it had to be done. It is the only way for peace to be gained between both lands. She prays another bout of her seductive wiles will keep her husband from trying to kill the Lamia for violating their precious son. Vivienne turned away from the door and made her way back to her quarters for a peaceful nights sleep hoping that in the morning she will be able to keep her husband busy long enough to explain why she did what she did. She will send word to the Mac Tíre Hibrideach queen that the plan they formulated three days ago worked. Now it is up to Eileen to work her magic on her husband.
Vivienne returned to her room and watched her husband sleep. He is a strong man, and she prayed he will not be upset, or she did not bruise his ego too much. Vivienne rested her head on Fenrir’s chest and smiled. Maybe I also welcome a grandchild along with my son. She thought closing her eyes falling to sleep.
TBC!!
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