Harry Potter and the Shiverin Descendent
Chapter 7B
Author: Angel Lain
Chapter: 7B
Pairing: DM/HP
Rating: R
As I said in the last Chapter this is the continuation of chapter 7. I do hope
that you enjoy this part and the many twist and turns that occur here. This
part of the chapter also explains what the relationship is between Harry and
Snape and why it is important.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to put it here again. I think we all know what it
will say. So please go read the story and hope you enjoy.
Chapter 7B
Albus Dumbledore sighed as he fell into the chair in his office at
Hogwarts. It had been a very tiring summer for him and Remus. But now he was
waiting for probably one of the hardest parts of the summer. Before he had left
France he had sent an owl to Severus to meet him in his office at seven o’clock.
Now it was almost time to face the Potions master and tell him some news he
probably didn’t want to hear. Not that Harry would be much happier when he told
him. He groaned and stroked his beard. There was a knock at the door. “Come
in.”
“You wished to see me sir.” Severus Snape said as he swept into
the room his robes billowing behind him.
“Yes Severus, please have a seat. Would you like a Sherbet
Lemon?” He held out a paper bag.
“Albus, must you always offer me those you know I don’t eat them.
“Yes, yes I know it’s just a habit.”
“Sometimes I think you do it to avoid a subject you don’t want
to talk about.” Snape mumbled. “So may I ask what is so important that you had
to owl me all the way from France?”
Dumbledore arched a white eyebrow.
“Oh come on Albus. You of all people should know that the
Wizarding community still keeps with the ancient custom of considering their
European Eagle Owls as Dukes. The one you sent me wore a lovely jewel encrusted
gold medal that read ‘Oriela le Hibou Grand-Duc’ I think it was quite obvious.”
“Obviously.” The old man said and ran his hand along his beard
again.
“So what were you doing in France Albus? Minerva said that
you’d be gone for a while but we hadn’t expected most of the summer.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk with you about my dear
man. You see something has come to light this summer about one of our students
and it seems there are things from the past that were hidden from us.”
Snape growled and slammed one of his fists on arm of his chair.
“Stop talking in riddles and just come out with it. Which student and is it
something terribly wrong?”
“No not something terribly wrong, but it might cause some slight
problems.”
“The student. Albus?” Severus growled again.
“Harry Potter.” Dumbledore stated.
“So what kind of trouble has the brat gotten himself into this
time?” The black haired man smirked brushing some of his hair from his face.
“Severus my boy it’s not nice to assume such things of young
Harry. He no more goes looking for trouble as any of the other students at this
school.”
Now it was Severus’ turn to arch an unbelieving eyebrow.
The old wizard smiled. “Alright, I guess he does get into more
trouble than your average student. But this time it is not his fault. The
truth is there was more to his parents than we originally thought.”
“What does this have to do with Lilly and Potter Sr.?”
“Both their blood lines are a little more complicated than we
originally thought especially Lily’s.”
“What are you talking about Albus? Lily was a muggle born.”
“No, she was not.”
“What, how could that be? I saw her parents in Diagon Alley
back then they were definitely muggle.
Dumbledore shook his head. “What you saw was Lily’s biological
mother and the man she thought was her father.”
“You mean that he was not her father?”
Blue eyes sparkling the Headmaster nodded again. “Now would you
like that Sherbet Lemon, or perhaps something stronger?” He opened his bottom
drawer and pulled out a bottle of Fire Whiskey and two small glasses. “I assure
you this is a very good year 1905 I think.”
“Albus you’re avoiding the subject again. And what’s with the
Fire Whiskey. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink.”
“I don’t, not much at least. Only when the occasion calls for
it and believe me this occasion calls for it.” He pulled the magically sealed
freshness cork from the bottle and filled each glass about half full.
“What can be so bad about Potter’s Grandfather, that it requires
you to get drunk?” Snape asked taking the proffered glass from his superior.
“Not drunk Severus my dear boy. Just enough to ease the stress
away from an old mans body.”
“Alright so may I ask why you need it as a crutch so badly?”
“There are things about Harry’s Grandfather that if they come to
light may cause problems for the poor child. Then of course there are other
things that are already causing trouble for the boy because of his heritage.”
Snape took a sip and winced but kept his black eyes trained on
the headmaster.
Dumbledore took a deep breath and took a sip of his Whisky.
“Have you ever heard about a Death eater named Patrick Darvoux?”
Onyx eyes opened wide. “No, it can’t be.”
“Yes Severus Patrick is Harry’s Grandfather.”
“But he was a death eater she was a muggle how…how…I don’t get
it.”
“I know it seems strange but it’s the truth we have the
letters.”
“Well it is well known that Voldemort wanted Darvoux dead for
betrayal. Having a child with a muggle could be seen as betrayal.”
“Oh it was so much more than that. It’s quite obvious from the
letter she had from them and the ones we found in his vault that he was quite in
love.” He handed him the music box they had found at Petunias.
He opened it and listened to Brahms Lullaby. “This could cause
major problems.”
“I have to ask you if Voldemort knows.”
Severus cringed when his headmaster mentioned the Dark Lords name.
“No I don’t think he fully knows why Darvoux deserted him. He definitely
doesn’t seem to know that he is Potter’s Grandfather.”
“There’s more.”
“More how can it get any worse than that?”
“Darvoux had Shiverin blood.”
Severus almost chocked on his drink. “He was a Descendent?”
“No, not a Descendent just a carrier but he passed it down to
Lily. And it would seem that James was also a carrier.”
“But…that would make Potter a Descendant.” Severus looked as if
he was about to cry.
“Yes Harry is a Descendant. It was as much of shock to me and
to poor Harry.” He took another sip.
“So Potter is a Shiverin, he finds a mate and the blood line
goes dormant again.”
“Actually no.”
“Unless he finds another with Shiverin blood the blood line
can’t carry on. Do you know how hard it is to find the family’s that carry the
Shiverin blood lines?”
“If one is a submissive it might actually be quite possible.”
Dumbledore said and poured another drink.
“A submissive but that can’t be. Unless it’s a female which
that is very uncommon for a Descendent to be a girl since if one is born it’s
normally a dominant.” The man seemed to choke. “A Descendant submissive hasn’t
been born in over a thousand years. If he is a submissive that means there must
be another one. Do we know who it is?”
“No not at all.”
“Does he know?”
“Yes I think he does. But he’s not talking I think he’s worried
that we’ll separate them.”
“But have they bonded, if they’ve bonded you can’t separate them
it could kill Harry.” Severus’ voice sounded agitated.
Dumbledore couldn’t miss the Potions Master’s use of Harry’s
first name. “I have no plans of separating them Severus. I just want to know
who it is so we don’t cause any more problems for Harry. Without knowing the
Dominant we take a chance of upsetting him. That could be disastrous. Either
way the two of them have a pretty hard year ahead of them.”
The tears that were threatening to fall from the normally stoic
mans eyes now were running down his cheeks. “Yes, yes they do a very hard
time.”
Dumbledore got up and stepped around his desk. By now Severus
was shaking horribly gripping his glass as if it was the only thing keeping him
in reality. “I’m sorry my boy, I knew this would be hard on you. I should have
been a little more understanding.” His voice was soft and caring. He placed a
hand on the younger mans shoulder. “But I was hoping that you of all people
would understand Harry’s position now.” He squeezed lightly trying to send a
calming feeling to Severus. “How old would she be now Severus?”
More tears streaked down the man's cheeks and his breath caught
in his chest. “If...if she had lived she’d have been one year older than Harry
himself.” It wasn’t a well known fact that Snape had at once been married.
Auriela had been a beautiful strong woman with long light brown hair and almond
shaped Dark blue eyes. They had met at Hogwarts by literally crashing into each
other. And of course being the Slytherin he was he insulted her.
***
“Why don’t you watch where you’re going you stupid girl?” He
roared brushing off his robes.
“Watch here I’m going? You stupid uncaring bastard, you just
landed on a girl on the floor and that’s all you can say. No are you alright
miss I didn’t hurt you or anything, asshole.”
“How dare you.”
“Oh shut up.” She hissed getting to her feet. She stood a good
deal shorter than Severus and had to crane her neck to glare at him.
Severus knew that he was about six foot she could only be about
five foot four. From where he stood she looked so tiny but determined at the
same time. Like an angry shrew. “You don’t scare me Kate.” He said with a
sneer.
“Kate, Kate, what the hell are you talking about you
insufferable man? My name is Auriela not Kate.”
He smirked. “I’m sorry you just remind me so much of a
character from a muggle play. A woman with a biting tongue, shrewd character…”
“And a great wit.” It was her turn to smirk.
“Huh?”
“You’re talking about Katherina from the Taming of the Shrew. I
know the play well it is one of my favorites. So if I’m Katherina what does
that make you Petruchio? Or perhaps you are one of Bianca’s many suitors. I
will warn you if that be so that I have no younger sister for you to court or
older for that matter.” She smiled mischievously. “But I do have an older
brother if you’re interested he graduated last year.”
“What...you bloody woman I do not like guys that way.”
She pushed some of her long hair over her shoulder. “Oh I
didn’t think so but I just thought that I’d offer Nathanial would have been so
excited to know that he was lusted after by the Great Severus Snape.”
“Wait you knew who I was the entire time?”
“Of course I know who you are. I might be a Ravenclaw but I’m
not totally dense when it comes to the other houses. Severus Snape, probably
one of the greatest potions talents to grace Hogwarts in over a hundred years.
And forever at odds with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin from
Gryffindor oh the horror.” She pretended to swoon throwing the back of her hand
against her forehead.
“Being a little melodramatic aren’t we?” His eye twitched
slightly.
She laughed. “Of course why else do you think I know so much
about muggle plays? I’m the captain of the Drama club here at Hogwarts.”
He quirked an eye brow, “we have a drama club?”
“Well, it’s not a very well known club and there are only six of
us in it. But it is an official club sanctioned by the Headmaster. Professor
Dumbledore thought it would be a great idea to help the creativity of the
students but alas so far only me, two other Ravenclaws, two Hufflepuffs, and one
Gryffindor have joined. It doesn’t seem that many people are interested in
performing plays. And since we only have six members and all but one are girls
we have few choices of plays we can perform.”
“And how come I’ve never seen any of these plays.”
“We haven’t actually performed any yet. We just recently got
started so we hope to work something out soon.” Her face lit up suddenly. “Hey,
you seem to like plays, would you be interested in joining. We could always use
a Slytherin member.”
“Hey wait.” He threw his hands up and backed away from her.
“Who said that I would be interested in joining your little circus?”
Her face fell and her bottom lip started to tremble. “Oh.” She
said with a sniffle. “I guess I was wrong about you. I thought that perhaps
you might be willing to help us spread the word of how many great play writes
are out there, not only muggle but magical as well. We were hoping that our
first play would be The Hollering Banshee by Henrietta Hysteria. But we still
need the dark and sinister evil Count Vanderwin. I thought that you’d be
perfect for the part. But I guess if you don’t want to.” By now she was crying.
She gave one more heart wrenching sob and buried her face in her hands.
He could feel his heart clench at the sight of this small young
woman crying her eyes out in front of him. But why was this affecting him so,
he was a Slytherin and she was a Ravenclaw why should he care if he hurt her
feelings? But for some reason he did. He sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll join
your little club. It should make Professor Dumbledore happy he’s always saying
I need to get myself out of the Potions lab at times.
“You will!” She cried and started to jump up and down. “Oh
that’s great, absolutely wonderful. I can’t wait to tell everyone else.” She
turned and started to run off but stopped and turned back around. “Oh, meet us
in the Great Hall tomorrow after dinner.” She smiled, gave him a hug and then
ran off down the hall.
He stood there shocked for a couple of minutes longer. What had
just happened here why did he feel like he just got bamboozled? She had been
crying just a moment before but when he agreed there was no sign of tears at all.
She couldn’t be that good of an actor, could sh?. And how in the world did
their argument turn to this. Yes he had definitely been tricked. She had
played him so easily almost befitting a Slytherin. But if he’d been played why
didn’t he feel angry like he should have. No instead he had this tingling
feeling starting where her arms had wrapped around his waist and slowly
traveling through the rest of his body. He could feel a goofy grin spreading
across his face and he knew that what ever had started here tonight was forever
going to change his life.
A little over a year later.
“Oh Severus, I don’t want you to leave.” Auriela cried throwing
her arms around him.
He ran a finger down her cheek and smiled. “Kate.” He murmured
using the nick name he had unknowingly given her when they first met. “Oh my
lovely Kate I will never leave you I’m just graduating. I’ll still be around.”
He leaned over and kissed her lips lightly.
She sobbed. “I know, but you won’t be here where I can see you
everyday. I want you to be around me forever I love you Petruchio.” She also
had a nickname for him.
“I love you too.” He kissed her again. “And I don’t plan on
being without you ever.” He took her hand and fingered the diamond ring on her
finger. “I have given you my word that when you graduate we will be married and
I have not intention to back down on that.”
“Yes, I know. I can not wait to call my self Auriela Snape.”
Then she smirked. “Or would it be Katherina Snape?”
He laughed. “Which ever you like my love which ever you like.”
A year and a half later.
Auriela lay on the bed in a silk and lace night gown staring up
at Severus who was now officially her husband.
“Love, are you happy?” He asked uncertainly. He had wanted to
give her the wedding of her dreams. The day had been almost perfect in his book
all except for one thing. The ever foreboding presence of Lord Voldemort. The
dark Lord had not been at the wedding but he still affected it anyways. Severus
couldn’t stop thinking that he had lied to Auriela. He had said that he loved
her and trusted her but he had never been able to tell her that he had been
talked into joining the Death Eaters. He wasn’t even really sure why he’d done
it. True the Dark Lord could be rather persuasive. Or was it because Potter,
Black and Lupin were fighting for the other side? Either way he had joined and
was hesitant to tell Auriela in case she didn’t agree with their ideals.
“Severus love, are you going to join me?” She purred and held her hand out to
him.
He smiled and took it lowering himself next to her. “I love you so much you
know that.”
“I love you too.” She kissed him then smiled. “And I’m sure that the others are
now happy they can court my younger sister Bianca.” Then she tapped her chin
with a slender finger. “Or was that my older brother Nathaniel.” She shrugged.
“You know I can never keep those two straight.”
“You don’t have a younger sister dear.”
“That’s alright, I don’t have an older brother to keep straight either since
Nathaniel is about as gay as they come. Didn’t you see how he was eyeing you in
your wedding robes? I swear he was about to drool.”
He could feel his stomach start to churn. It didn’t bother him that her older
brother was so flamingly gay it was his preference. But he didn’t like the idea
of being eyed by the slightly older wizard. “That is kind of sickening you know
that?”
She giggled. “Yes I know my own brother eyeing my husband is kind of gross.”
She kissed him again. “Never you fret my love I won’t let the big bad Nate get
you. Anyways he wasn’t eyeing you at all he had his sights set on Lucius’s
ass.”
Lucius Malfoy had been his best man. He laughed now this would not sit well
with the Aristocratic dark wizard.
She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down so that the top part of his body
was lying on top of hers. “But let us not talk about this now. There are more
important things we could be doing.. It is our wedding night after all.” She
took his lips with hers and started to kiss him passionately as she fought with
the buttons on his shirt.
He knew where this was going and he took his wand and muttered a spell in
between kisses and the curtains around the bed closed.
Four months later
Severus started down at the paper in front of him. He still
couldn’t believe it, in five months he was going to be a father. This child was
definitely a Honey Moon baby it had been calculated that she had been conceived
on their wedding night. She would be a true and wonderful blessing in their
lives.
He thought that it would be nice for his little girl to know
where she came from. So not long after finding out about the pregnancy he had
taken it upon himself to start looking into the history of his and Auriela’s
families, and create a family tree. He hadn’t found anything to surprising so
far except that Auriela was distantly related to the Sforza family from Milan.
A line of Dukes in the fifteenth and sixteenth century. He laughed and
wondered if she still had any claims to their lands.
He turned the page and ran a finger through the many lines of
immaculate hand writing. Auriela’s ancestors seemed to have a thing for perfect
hand writing. He had to admit that even his lovely wife had impeccable
penmanship. He froze his finger resting on one particular word. Wait no that
couldn’t be? He reread it again. But sure enough it was there right before him.
He started to feel sick. He had known for quite a while that there was Shiverin
blood in his family, very ancient blood supposedly descended from one of the now
extinct Shiverin Royal family’s. Of course since he was only a carrier being
related to royalty meant nothing to him. But if he was to have a child with
someone else who was a carrier then that child would be the next in line for the
head of that line of royalty. That was considering if the child was a
submissive. Even though the Shiverin society of these days prided themselves on
the Dominants being in control, in the past the submissive had a much more
active role. It was through the submissive and through the submissive only that
the royal line could be handed down. The dominant that bonded the submissive
would be the next to rule. He had thought that this was all unimportant to him.
The possibility of him finding another carrier was very rare and even if he did
it was unlikely that they would have a submissive since most Shiverin born in
the Wizarding world were Dominant. There either had to be another Shiverin born
around the same time also very rare or he would have to sire a female. He now
felt very sick and he read the page before him again. Why of why did the fates
see fit to torture him and his family. He had to go and merry another Shiverin
blood line carrier. Not only that but against all odds they had somehow created
a girl, a submissive to carry on the Royal family line. Even though she was a
mixed blood she would be a target for any over zealous Dominant that wished to
get their hands on the Royal title.
He growled and slammed his fist down on the table. If anyone
thought that they could get their hands on his little girl they had another
thing coming. He was one of Voldemort’s inner circle some of the most feared
Wizards and Witches in the world. There was no way in hell he was going to let
anything happen to his little girl.
Four months later
But he had not thought that his own Lord would be the one that
wanted to use his little girl. And not for her blood line but for what she was
and the abilities she would have to enchant others.
“NO!!!” Severus cried trying to pull at the restraints that held him.
Another loud cry echoed through the air.
“AURIELA!!!” He yelled he pulled again at the iron shackles that held him to
the wall. He stopped when someone pointed a wand at his throat.
“Don’t be a fool Snape.” He recognized the voice of Merkentil Nott. “The will
of our Lord takes precedence over everything in our lives including our
families.”
Snape growled and lunged for the man causing the cuffs around his wrists to bite
into his skin.
Someone grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. “I suggest you don’t do
that Severus.” Lucius Malfoy drawled. “You Nott, go check on the other
preparations.” He ordered.
“Yes sir.” Nott sputtered and quickly walked off. He like everyone else knew
that it was not a good idea to piss off Lucius Malfoy. It was very well known that the man was the Dark Lords second in command.
Lucius waited until Nott was out of hearing range and then leaned in very close
to the younger man. “Severus my dear friend I suggest you calms down.”
“Calm down, calm down, Lucius how can you tell me to calm down? The black
haired man seethed he tried to pull away from the wall.
The blond shoved him hard against the wall again. “Because there is absolutely
nothing that you can do.” He hissed. “I know you want to stop this but you
will only be forfeiting your life and he will still get what he wants.”
Severus sneered. “What he wants is my daughter, my little Erina. He know what
she is Lucius, you know what he intends to do with her. He’ll raise her and use
her to bewitch everyone into doing his bidding. I won’t let him use my child in
that way.”
“And how may I ask do you intend to stop him. I can not set you free Severus it
is not in my power to do so. He has charmed these chains so that only he can
take them off. So how do you intend to stop him?”
“I was thinking that my best friend, the man who was the best man at my wedding
not all that long ago would come to my family’s aid. But I can see that I was a
fool for getting my hopes up.”
“Severus what would you expect me to…” He was interrupted by the chained man.
“What would you do Lucius?”
“Huh?”
“What would you do? I know that Narcissa is pregnant she’s due the middle of
January. What would you do if it were her and your child in there? Would you
stop him would you even try?”
Lucius’ face fell. “If it were Narcissa and my child in there I
would be in the same position as you. And then you would be in the same as me
trying to talk sense into me. I know what you want to do, and believe me if I
thought that it would do any good I would go in there right now and try to stop
him. But all that I would accomplish is most likely being on the receiving end
of a killing curse.”
Only Snape who had been very close friends with Lucius for so long would be able
to catch the glimpse of feeling the filtered across the man's ice blue gaze. It
was only there for a moment after he mentioned the man's wife and expectant
child and was almost unreadable but he could have sworn he saw fear there.
Another scream rung through the building, fallowed by an ear piercing shriek.
Severus started to shake and a vase exploded near by. “AURIELA, AURIELA.” Then
everything was quiet. “Auriela.” He called tentatively. “Auriela? Why isn’t
she screaming anymore? Lucius what’s going on?”
The blond just kept his eyes trained on the stone floor tears rolling down his
cheeks.
“No, no, it can’t be.” Black eyes shot from his friend to the room down the
hall. “Oh gods, please no.”
Bellatrix Lestrange exited the room wiping her hands on a towel. She walked up
to them keeping here eyes focused on her stained hands. She looked up and met
the tear filled obsidian orbs of Severus Snape. She smiled sweetly. “You’ll be
happy to know that your darling wife is no longer feeling any sort of pain. Of
course that could be because she is feeling nothing at all anymore.” She
laughed nastily.
“BELLATRIX!!” Lucius yelled and back handed her sending her flying down the
hall way.
She got up wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.
“Connase.” He hissed in French.
“Oh, so now I’m the bitch.” She scoffed. She stepped closer to him and sneered.
“Of course it takes one to know one. You’ve been our Lord’s little lap dog for
so long I’m surprised you can still walk straight.”
“I have never…”
“No of course not you never. You know I don’t see why you two are his favorites.
It’s not like you have ever done anything for him. I on the other hand have
given him everything and more.” She held her hand over her stomach. “I have
given up so much for him so much.”
Snape growled anger filled him and hatred a deep hatred for this detestable
woman before him. “So that’s it, jealousy, you were jealous. You figured
because you lost the ability to have children of your own because you became his
whore that gave you the right to take someone else’s family away from them. Is
that why you let it slip that my Auriela was carrying a submissive female
Shiverin?”
“Yeah so why should you be favored you who keeps secrets from our Lord. He
should have known. Anything we have that can help our Lord should be given
freely. I gave my self freely in hopes of producing an heir. But it back fired
the spell made me barren instead. I gave up the one thing I wanted most for him.
So should you and so you have.”
“What?” Severus asked in disbelief.
“I am sorry to say that neither mother or daughter made it through child birth.
Of course our Lord is very distraught.” She stated a cruel smile on her face.
All the color faded from Snape’s face and he was even paler than normal. “No,
no, no. Auriela.” He sobbed. “Erina.” He started to sob even harder with the
mention of is now dead daughter’s name. “Why…why…my wife and beautiful baby girl
too.”
“Yes life’s such a bitch isn’t it?” She laughed maniacally.
“SHUT UP!!!” Lucius yelled bring up his hand to hit her again.
“Ah, ah ah Lucius. I suggest you watch that temper of yours. Wouldn’t want me
to let some interesting things about our family slip to our Lord now would you.
It might become very interesting to him especially after tonight.”
The tall mans hand fell and he looked positively green.
“Well I really need to get back in there, as I said his Lordship is very
distraught he might need some comforting.” She swung around and sauntered back
down the hall way.
Lucius stood there for a little longer before he turned around and threw his
arms around his still chained friend. “Oh Gods Severus, I’m so sorry so sorry.”
He started to cry as well.
The younger Death Eater couldn’t answer. She just continued to cry, cry and
plot. Oh yes his Lord would pay for what he had done tonight, he would pay
dearly.
***
Snape started to shake as the memories of those time washed over him in a
drowning wave of emotion. He had tried so hard to keep them hidden to shove
them to the back of his mind. In all reality he should have place them in his
Pensive a long time ago. Just remove them so he wouldn’t have to think about
them any more. But he couldn’t do that, he didn’t want to loose the memory of
the family that he had for only a short time period. Before fate reared it’s
ugly head in the guise of Bellatrix Lestrange and took it all away from him. He
had never gotten a chance to kill the bitch, to pay her back for what she had
done to him Auriela and little Erina. No he figured that her rotting in Azkaban
prison with the Dementors was bad enough. But now she had escaped and returned
to her precious little Dark Lord. And as for the Dark Lord he had worked hard
to get back into the man's good standings after not telling him about his
daughter. But he had kept his word from that day. The man had paid and he had
paid dearly. As soon as he was back being one of Voldemort’s favorites again he
had gone straight to Dumbledore and offered his services as a spy and a teacher.
He would do anything to bring down the Dark Lord to see the man suffer the way
he suffered. And teaching the next group of Wizard’s and Witches that would
stand against him seemed like the best option available. But he had to take on
the roll of head of Slytherin house to keep up appearances. He needed to make
his Lord believe that hew was still working against the headmaster and secretly
training the Slytherin’s to be the next league of Death Eaters.
Then Harry Potter had entered the school. And Snape had again kept up
appearances by being inexplicably rude to the poor boy. Of course it wasn’t so
hard at first. The boy more resembled his father at the young age. And Snape
used his hatred for James Potter to his advantage. Harry needed to know that
not everything was easy out there. And if all the Professors coddled him it
might make the boy become complacent. This would not a good characteristic to
have in the Savior of the Wizarding World. But as the years went on the boy
began to look more and more like his mother. And being cruel to him had become
harder and harder. He hadn’t been blind back in his school years. He knew full
well that Lily Evans had stoop up for him even against her own friends. She was
truly a brave woman. What was it that the headmaster had said during Harry’s
first year? Oh yes ‘It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies,
but just as much to stand up to our friends.’ Yes Lily had shown that quite
well. He respected her and that was why it was becoming harder to be cruel to
her son. And now things had become even more complicated. He could not be
cruel to Harry this year. The poor boy had just come into his inheritance on
his Birthday. That meant he would still be going through his birthing cycle
when the new school year started. And if the boy had indeed found his Dominant
it was most likely that he was a student here at Hogwarts as well. Upsetting
his submissive would cause many problems that he did not want to deal with. Yes
he would have to be very careful indeed. Just like he would have wanted people
to have been with his Erina if she had lived.
He sniffed and brushed the tears form his eyes. “I will keep an eye out for
Potters dominant Albus. But I suggest you explain this to the other’s as well.
Everyone will have to be careful around the boy at least for the first month.”
“I will tell the others Severus. I wanted to speak to you first since you have
a personal connection to this kind of case. But there is something else that I
wanted to talk to you about by dear man.”
“And what is that Albus.”
“You had a Great Great Great oh I don’t know many, Aunt named
Wendy did you not?”
“Yes, but she fell out of favor with the family when she ran off
and Married an American Muggle.”
“Yes and she had a son and daughter with that muggle. The son
died at the age of ten of tuberculosis. But her Daughter a Marie Sanderson
moved to France and married a wealthy landowner by the name of Sinjon LeChat.
Then they had a daughter named Deja LaChat and she grew up and married a man
named Chandler Darvoux. One of their Sons names was Patrick.”
“But it can’t be he can’t be related to me.”
“Sorry Severus, but it’s all right here.” He handed Severus the
Darvoux family tree. “Harry Potter is related to you no matter how distantly.”
Beetle black eyes ran over the paper fallowing the many lines
from Harry all the way back to his father and then back from there. And there
was no mistaking it. There she was Maiden name Wendy Snape, married name Wendy
Sanderson. “Oh Gods this is not good, not good at all.” He had never told
Albus about his being related to Shiverin royalty. But with Harry being a
submissive it now became important again after all these years.
***
Draco ran his hand up and down Harry’s side and kissed the top
of his head. “See Harry, they don’t hate you everything will be alright.” He
tried to soothe. “You don’t have to worry they’re not going to separate us.”
He kissed the top of his head.
Ron cringed but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Harry sighed and cuddled closer to Draco.
“They are really kind of cute.” Hermione whispered in Ron’s ear,
her breath dancing across his ear, leaving Ron slightly flushed.
“Uh, yeah. If you say so.” He wasn’t so sure what he thought
about his best friend being together with a Malfoy yet but cute was probably not
how he’d described it. “You know you guys we really should be getting back to
mum and dad. They’re probably getting really worried by now and I don’t think
that you want them coming to look for us.”
Harry groaned and just clutched Draco tighter. He wasn’t sure
if he was ready to deal with the other Weasley’s at the moment. He knew he
wasn’t ready for them to find out about him and Draco quite yet.
“As much as I hate agreeing with the Weasel,” Ron glared at the
blond, “You really should be getting back to the others. I know you don’t want
them to find out about us yet, beloved.”
Harry shook his head slightly, not lifting it from where it
rested. “No, no, they don’t need to find out.” He mumbled. “But I don’t want
to leave you Draco.”
The Slytherin smiled and kissed the top of his mates head again.
“It’s alright, Harry. Everything will be alright. I'll see you tonight, I
promise.”
Hermione smiled and tugged on Ron’s arm a little harder than
necessary. “We’ll just head back to Flourish and Blott’s so that you two can
say goodbye to each other. Harry, we’ll meet you there later.” She started to
pull Ron down the alley.
“You wait right there, Granger.” Draco said forcefully. “I
will not have Harry walking around Diagon Alley by himself— not after what
happened the last two times he was here alone.”
At this she froze and turned her attention to the Dominant
Shiverin. “What do you mean? What happened?”
Draco blinked a couple of times, disbelief shining in his
silvery eyes. How could this be? Granger and Weasley didn’t know about the
people that were following his mate? Suddenly everything clicked in his mind,
“You didn’t tell them!?” He practically yelled at his mate.
Harry jumped slightly and tried to pull away from the taller boy.
“I… I…”
Draco pulled back sharply, trapping Harry in his arms. “Oh no,
you’re not going anywhere. I can’t believe you didn’t tell them. Harry, I love
you, but sometimes I wonder just how dense you can be.” The moment the words
left his mouth he knew that had been the wrong thing to say. Yelling at his
mate like this, especially during his birthing cycle, was not a good idea. The
submissive would probably get the wrong idea and it would cause an unnecessary
amount of stress on the small man. He felt hot tears soaking the front of his
shirt and the desperate squirming of his mate as Harry tried to escape his grasp.
“No… n-no… oh gods… I… no,” Harry stuttered incoherently.
“Hate… y-you… hate… me.” He sobbed in despair. “You… you… going to leave.”
“Harry, I don’t hate you and I’m not going to leave you.” Draco
stated firmly.
“Yes… yes… you—”
Draco was tired of this. He knew that in the state Harry was in
now there was no way he was going to get through to his love. In one swift
motion he turned Harry around and bit down on the back of his neck. The small
Gryffindor went limp in his arms almost instantly.
“What the hell are you doing to him, Malfoy?” Ron bellowed,
stepping forward in an attempt to drag his friend away from the biting fiend.
“Ron, no.” Hermione grabbed her taller friend and pulled him
back. “Look.”
Every muscle in Harry’s body relaxed and his tears stopped
falling. He took in a deep breath and let his eyes slide shut.
The red head was shocked, if not a bit repulsed.
“It’s a calming function.” Hermione quietly stated.
Draco pulled Harry up so that his chest rested against his
mate’s back and removed his mouth. He placed a feather light kiss on his mark
and rested his chin on his small love’s shoulder, pressing their cheeks together.
“I don’t hate you Harry, I can’t. You are everything to me and I love you more
than anything. I’m sorry I yelled at you, I shouldn’t have done that. But you
really should have told Weasley and Granger about the full blooded Shiverin.
I’m sure that at least Granger, being the book worm that she is, would be
willing to help you.”
Hermione pouted. She wasn’t sure if she should feel honored
that Draco had probably just given her a veiled compliment or upset that it was
also an implied insult. Well, alright, maybe not-so-veiled on the insult part
given that he had called her a book worm. At least it wasn’t Mudblood.
Harry’s eyes stayed closed but he brought his arms up to hold
onto Draco’s. “I know; I’m sorry. I should have said something but I just
didn’t want them to worry. I thought that I could take care of this myself.”
“I know, love, I know it’s hard. But sometimes we must allow
ourselves to depend on others.”
“Harry, what is he talking about?” Hermione asked.
His eyes opened and he looked at his friend, “I-I… I.” But
again his words failed him. He turned around so that his face was buried in
Draco’s shoulder. “Could y-you, could you tell them Draco?”
The blond sighed and rubbed his cheek against his love’s ebony
locks. “I don’t know all of it but perhaps if I get him started. It would seem
that my reluctant mate here has been being followed by full blooded Shiverin.”
“What? But why?” Hermione asked shocked.
Harry shook his head. “I don’t know. The first time was here
at Diagon Alley when we came to get some books on Shiverin. Then the same guy
showed up at your house Hermione, that’s why I was out that night, to meant
Draco and talk about that.”
“Talk?” Draco asked, lifting an eyebrow suggestively.
“Oh, shut up you.” The submissive swatted him lightly. “The
one today was different though; he wasn’t the same guy from the last two times.
And he had a different feeling about him, I’m not sure what it was but he seemed
to be much more confident.” Then Harry remembered what Vaaku had called him.
“He called me something… the Nuinath. Brinan called me that too but what is a
Nuinath?”
“I don’t know.” Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders. “Ron,
close your mouth.” She ordered sternly, putting her hand under his chin to click
his mouth shut. She just huffed and shook her head. The boy hadn’t said
anything since Draco started talking lovingly to their best friend. “I suppose
it’s another one of those old Shiverin words, but I don’t’ remember seeing it in
any of our books.”
“Well, Granger, I suppose the books you got aren’t very thorough.
Over the many years my parents have acquired quite a library when it comes to
the Shiverin species. I guess that there’s at least one book there that
mentions something about a Nuinath. When I get back home I’ll be sure to look
it up.” He pulled away from Harry so that he could look him straight in the
eyes. “Now Harry, I want you to make me a promise.” He heard his beloved groan
and saw him roll those beautiful green eyes. “Don’t you roll you’re eyes at me,
love, I only do this because I care.”
The smaller of the two just scowled and stuck his lip out in
pout.
Draco fought the urge to lean over and bite at that lip. What
was it about his mate’s pouting that turned him into a molten ball of lust.
Maybe it was because it made The Boy-Who-Lived look so adorably innocent.
“Don’t look at me like that, Angel, you know what it does to me.”
Harry smirked; he knew exactly what it did to his Dominant and
that’s why he did it. He had to get some semblance of control in some where
when it came to this relationship.
“Why you cheeky little bastard.” Draco muttered before sighing,
“I’ll have to deal with that later. Right now you need to go with your friends
but I want you to promise me that you won’t go wondering off on your own from
now on.”
“But Draco—”
“No, Harry. It’s quite obvious that whoever’s after you is not
going to give up and I don’t want you to go off alone anymore.”
“But Draco…” Harry whined. He really didn’t like the idea of
someone following him where ever he went but deep down he knew that his mate was
right. These full blooded Shiverin weren’t just going to give up.
“No more buts, Harry. This is the way it’s going to be or I’m
going to have someone put a tracking charm on you.”
“You’ve already done that.” Harry said pulling the necklace
from his shirt.
“Oh Harry, that’s beautiful.” Hermione commented, “Serpens
Lacrima isn’t it very good for protection though. Have you met any of the full
blood Shiverin’s since Draco gave that to you?”
“Yes, why?”
“Well, it’s supposed to glow when you’re in danger and I’m
guessing people following you falls under the category of danger. Have you seen
it glowing at all?”
“No, but I’ve kept it hidden under my shirt.”
She nodded in understanding, “Well you might want to leave it
out from now on. It might help to warn you if those full blooded Shiverin come
after you again. Ron and I will help you think of a way to explain where you
got it. Won’t we, Ron?”
The red head finally broke out of his stupor at his friend’s
insistent question. “Oh, yes. Of course, Harry, whatever Hermione said.”
Harry couldn’t help but giggle softly. Ron didn’t even know
what he was agreeing to; anything to escape the wrath of one Hermione Granger.
Either that or he just hadn’t been paying attention at all and was too out of it
to even realize what he was agreeing to.
“Oh yes, the brightest prancing pixie in the bunch that one is.”
Draco whispered snidely in his mate’s ear.
“Draco.” Harry hissed.
Draco kissed his cheek lightly, feigning innocence. “What is it,
love?”
Harry just shook his head. “Never mind.”
The blond kissed him again. “Come on, you should go. When I
get home I’ll be sure to look up what a Nuinath is. I’ll see you tonight in
your dreams.” He brought his lips very close to his beloved’s ear. “And
believe me we’re going to finish what we started in that bathroom.”
A strong shiver of anticipation ran down Harry’s spine; he
didn’t think he could ever get enough of his mate. And if it was this bad now,
how would it be when they bonded for real?
***
In a large manor in a secluded densely forested area a tall
figure paced back and forth in front of an imposing throne.
“L’ukkai, how nice to see you; you haven’t come to visit me in
quite a while.”
“Shut it Gramèn!” The young man spat, his maple colored eyes
flashing in anger. “I don’t care about this family bonding crap! Where is he,
where is my mate?”
Gramèn knew he should say something to the young Shiverin
Yasnaque. After all he would never have thought of talking to is Yasanè that
way. But chastising L’ukkai was not a good idea— the young one had no sense of
family honor. He wouldn’t even think twice about attacking the one that sired
him. The man had killed his own brother Rek for his mate and then soon after—
without even mating with her— killed her and his brother’s children as well.
With the slaughter of his older Yasnaque brother’s line he officially became the
next in line to be the family head.
It was quite common for one Yasnaque to kill another to claim
their mate. More often than not they would kill the children of the other
Yasnaque to propagate their family line. But L’ukkai was known for being brutal.
The boy had never even taken a Kerta and hadn’t kept a mate for more than a
month. That could possibly be due to the fact that he had his sights set on one
Kav and one Kav only, the Nuinath. Ever since he had seen a picture of the boy
he had been utterly obsessed with him. This was most likely the reason that he
had killed his brother. The Nuinath was to be bonded to the next in line for
the head for only then would the royal title legally be theirs.
“Where is he, Yasanè?”
“We don’t have him yet, L’ukkai.”
The young yasnaque bellowed, his wings appearing as blood red
appendages stretched out behind him. The wind circulated around them, causing
his flaxen shoulder length hair to fly around his face. “These servants are
useless… I should just go find him myself.”
“Calm down, my child. Everything will be just fine. I have
sent Vaaku out to find him.”
“Vaaku?”
“Yes, he is my greatest tracker. He should be able to find the
Kav.”
“Yes Yasanè, I know perfectly well who Vaaku is. I also know
what he is. If I find out he has so much as tried to kiss my mate I will tear
his wings off and then dismember him slowly in front of his mate. Then I will
take his mate in the most painful way possible.” With that he turned and
stomped out of the room, doors slamming loudly behind him.
Gramèn sighed and massaged his temples. Talking to his son
always gave him the worst headaches.
***
Well I hope that everyone enjoyed that and again I hope you all had a very Merry
Christmas. And now I’m going to go and try to enjoy my birthday even though
it’s a pretty crappy day to have a birthday on. Oh and no I’m not going to tell
you how old I am but I’m betting up there. Oh and before anyone says anything
about my little discrepancy about having Draco’s Birthday in January when he was
born in June well when I first posted this chapter was before J.K. Rowling
announced Draco’s Birthday and later I asked my readers if they thought I should
change it I got a resounding answer of no that the story would just be AU. So
yes I know that month is off.