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Half-Brother Prince	By : SalazarRaphael Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Why is it just the two of us?”

            “I don’t think the boys are going to want to watch me try on clothes.”

            Hermione laughed, “Probably not. I think Salazar’s learning some new spells from his dad anyway and I know he’d much prefer that.”

            “He taught you some moves, didn’t he?”

            “Yes,” Hermione nodded as they climbed the steps to Gringotts and entered, “he’s taught me quite a few tricks and defense spells. He really does love Sal.”

            “Morty’s sweet like that sometimes,” Lily laughed as they stepped up to the goblin, “I’d like to be taken down to this vault please.”

            “Yes of course madam,” the Goblin said, summoning one of the others to take her and Hermione down to the vault.

            They got the money, had some of it exchanged into Muggle money, and they exited to go out to get Lily the things she needed as a wizard before they would escape to Muggle London to buy her some clothes. After picking up a new wand and some new robes, they left to the Muggle side of London. Hermione was having fun. Lily was very outgoing, and very talkative. Hermione liked hearing about Voldemort (Morty when they were in public) in a different way. She knew he could be sweet, but he wasn’t generally and it was really interesting to learn about her soon to be father-in-law beyond being the Dark Despot.

            They had lunch together before going to buy new lingerie and clothing. By the time dinner rolled around, they were done. “I hate not having anything.”

            “He’ll happily pay your way,” Hermione pointed out.

            “I don’t want him to, Hermione,” Lily said, frowning, “I love him. I know that. But I don’t like having him pay for me. I want to have my own money. My own life.”

            “Good luck with that,” Hermione said, “he seems very, very protective of you.” They walked around the corner and Disapparated.

            After dinner Voldemort went upstairs with Lily to see what she bought. He wasn’t terribly interested, but it was enough to keep him amused as she talked about her time spent with Hermione. “I’m glad you had fun,” he said from his spot lying on the bed.

            “I want to work, Voldemort.”

            “At what?”

            “Perhaps Potions? I like making potions. I know you don’t want me far from this house.”

            “No I don’t,” he nodded, watching her put her clothes away, “I could have the basement turned into a potions laboratory, if you like.”

            “I would,” she walked over and kissed him, “I love you, Voldemort. But I’m not losing my identity.”

            “I don’t want you to,” he pulled her down to him, “I want you to be your own person, Lily. But I just found you after being apart for nearly 18 years. I don’t want to lose you again.”

            “I thought about what you said…and I’d like to be immortal with you. To make up for the time we’ve spent apart.”

            “Excellent,” he grinned. “Once the kids return to school we can return to that cave.”

            “Sounds good,” she kissed him again, this time deepening it.

            “Very, very good,” he agreed, rolling on top of her and sliding his shirt over his head. “I love you, Lily.”

            They made love and then she lay next to him, nuzzling his cheek, “I don’t want a big wedding, Voldemort. I think my heart has belonged to you for so long, this is just a formality.”

            “Good, I don’t want a wedding anyway.”

            “How did shopping go?”

            “It was fun, your mom’s really interesting. She seems very happy here, too.”

            “I like having both of them,” Salazar admitted, caressing her arm as they sat up in the tower looking over the forest. “It’s really beautiful here.”

            “It is,” she admitted. “Did you have fun with your dad?”

            “Yeah, he taught us some new spells and techniques. And I started reading that Transfiguration book he gave me. It talks about becoming an animagus.”

            “You want to, don’t you,” she smirked.

            “I do,” he nodded. “I think it’d be really cool to be a falcon or a hawk or something.”

            “I can see that. I think you’d be a cool panther,” she gently touched his cheek, “I’ve thought about becoming an animagus before.”

            “That’d be wicked,” he grinned.

            “I think we need to be animals that would benefit one another,” she laid her head on his shoulder.

            “Like?”

            “Well if one of us is a bird, the other must be larger, and able to fight off predators.”

            “Makes sense,” he nodded, looking over the forest as snow started to come down. “We’re supposed to have a blizzard,” he said.

            “Trapped here with you? Sounds good to me.”

            “It does, doesn’t it,” he grinned. “I love you, Hermione Granger. When we’re married…it’ll be great.”

            “Where do you want to live?”

            “I don’t know, I suppose wherever we can find jobs.”

            “Probably not England,” she said.

            “Probably not. I wouldn’t mind staying in Germany, maybe going to France.”

            “I’d like France,” she smiled.

            “I knew you would,” he smirked, squeezing her close to him as the snow started to pick up some.

            “How long will we stay up here?”

            “Until we’re cold,” he said, “It’s a sight worth seeing,” he promised.

            “I trust you,” she cuddled closer to him. They sat there, staring out as the snow began to cling to the trees and blow harder, covering the forest as far as they could see in a blanket of white.



            Harry and Fenrir stood under a tree as the snow started to pick up, “You should head inside, Harry.”

            “I don’t want you to run off in the full moon, Fenrir. I want you to come back with me.”

            “I’ll only be gone until morning,” he kissed Harry gently, “then I’ll be back.”

            “Promise?”

            “I promise,” he kissed him passionately and deeply. “I’m not going anywhere, Harry. You are mine.”

            “I’ll go inside when you turn.”

            The older man shook his head, “Go now. You can watch from the window. I don’t want to chance biting you, my pup.”

            “But…”

            “Go inside, Harry,” he took him to the front door, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

            “I’ll miss sleeping with you.”

            “Here,” Fenrir removed his shirt and handed it to him, “sleep with that. It should keep you happy. Until I return, anyway,” he smirked.

            Harry begrudgingly entered the castle and watched as Fenrir transformed into a wolf and bound away. He lifted the shirt he’d been handed to his nose. It smelled of sweat, wood and…him. He smiled. This would do until morning. He went up to bed and curled up with the shirt, his eyes closing. It suddenly hit him just before he fell asleep that this would be terrible when he returned to Hogwarts.

            Harry woke to a hairy chest against his cheek. He grinned and nuzzled it. A familiar growl reached his ears as two large muscular arms tightened their hold around him. “Mine,” was all Fenrir said.

            “Forever,” Harry responded, closing his eyes once again.

            The rest of their winter break was rather dull, compared to the first week. By the time it was time to return to Hogwarts, Salazar and Hermione were feeling very ready to finish their final year at school. Harry didn’t look as thrilled as they prepared to Disapparate.

            “What’s wrong?”

            “I won’t be able to see Fenrir,” Harry frowned.

            “What if he stayed near Hogwarts? He could use the Shrieking Shack,” Hermione suggested, “you could sneak out to meet him every once in awhile.”

            “That could work,” Salazar said.

            “I dunno,” he sighed, looking at the half-packed suitcase. “It’s not the same thing.”

            “It can’t be. You just have a few more months, then you can be with him as much as you want.”

            “What if he doesn’t want me anymore?”

            “Harry…”

            “He could! It’s been so nice, having him in my bed every night. I felt like so long as we were both there that he wouldn’t leave.”

            “I’m not going anywhere,” came Fenrir’s voice from the doorway. Harry turned to see his lover leaning against the doorframe, “you want to get rid of me?”

            “Merlin no,” Harry shook his head, “I want you.”

            “Good, because you’re mine Harry. No one else’s,” Fenrir walked over to the younger man and leaned in, kissing him hungrily, “I’ll never be far. I promise. And once you graduate,” Fenrir smiled, “I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

            “You won’t want someone instead of me?”

            “Never,” Fenrir answered. “Get your things packed,” he caressed Harry’s ass, “and I’ll figure out how to spend time with you while you’re in England. Personally, I like Germany.”

            “Me too,” Harry grinned. “Especially the part where you’re here,” he kissed Fenrir, “write me?”

            “I promise,” he pulled Harry into a tight hug. “Valentine’s Day you are mine, Harry. I’ll smuggle you out of the castle if I have to.”

            “I’ll hold you to that,” Harry smiled.

            “I expect you to,” Fenrir kissed him once more, “goodbye for now, cub.” Harry smiled, not wanting to speak for fear he’d lose his facade of calm and happiness.

            When the trio returned to Hogwarts, they were immediately met with Ron Weasley storming down the stairs toward them. “I hate him,” Salazar whispered.

            “I know dear,” Hermione said, “something tells me that I’ll soon hate him as well,” she looked up at Salazar and pulled him into a deep kiss.

            Never one to turn down Hermione’s advances, Salazar reacted immediately, enjoying the feel of his lover in his arms. He savored each moment their tongues intertwined as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. When she finally pulled away, “I love you, Salazar. Thank you for loving me.”

            “You’re welcome,” was all Salazar could manage to say, his eyes lost in her gaze.

            “Let’s go to our room,” she pulled him up the staircase.

            “See you two later,” Harry said, heading up to the owlery. Ron just stared in shock before chasing after Harry.

            “What do you mean they’re engaged?”

            “They’ve been dating over a year, Ron. I’d be surprised if they weren’t engaged,” Harry pulled Hedwig to him and stroked her, “I need you to take a letter to someone for me,” he told her softly. Hedwig cooed in answer and Harry sat down at the small desk, scribbling down a few words and signing, With love, Harry, before tying it to Hedwig’s leg and taking her to the window of the owlery, “I want you to get it to Fen, Hedwig. I just need him to know that I’m safe.”

            The bird turned her head to the side in understanding before flying off into the twilight. Harry watched her until she was out of sight, then turned back. During all this Ron had continued to express his disapproval of Hermione and Salazar dating, let alone getting engaged. “Just shut up, Ron. Hermione’s a big girl. If she wants to marry him, then I support her decision. And quit talking bad about Salazar. He’s a great guy.”

            “He’s a conniving Pureblood douche!”

            “He’s not a Pureblood, Ron. Unlike yourself. And secondly, he’s my brother. So if you want to continue insulting him either do it to his face or shut the fuck up about it.” Harry turned on his heel and left.

            When Ron returned to the dorm Harry avoided him. He didn’t want to talk about his blowup. Spending time with his family had been nice, and he didn’t want Ron to freak out about it all. He suddenly felt very isolated. Ginny walked over to him and he smiled at her. Ginny wouldn’t freak out.

            “So you’re Salazar’s brother.”

            “Yes.”

            “And you have the same father, Lord Voldemort.”

            “Yes.”

            “And your mom is alive and like Voldemort lost her body.”

            “Yes.”

            “Something sounds off.”

            “Dad’s trying to figure it out. He thinks some sort of old magic, the kind that is beyond human control, is at work. Or it could be like Mom says. The gods have given her a second chance.”

            Ginny took a deep breath, “Anything else you need to tell me?”

            “I’m gay,” Harry said. “And I’m dating someone.”

            “I had a feeling you were,” she smiled. “Gay, I mean. I’m glad you told me. Does anyone else…”

            “I told Volde-Dad first, even though I didn’t know he was my dad at the time, and then Salazar. Hermione found out when I told her, and then I guess the next person to know was my mom. You’re the first non-family member, beyond Hermione and my boyfriend, to know.”

            “Do I know your boyfriend?”

            “No,” Harry shook his head, “he’s older and a Death Eater. Well, not really a Death Eater. He’s…he’s a werewolf,” Harry finally said.

            “But you’re happy? And your family has talked it out?”

            “Yeah, we’re pretty happy right now,” Harry smiled. “It’s nice to know who I really belong to. And…Dad’s really nice. I mean, he treated me well before he knew I was his kid but now…I think he feels he has alot of making up to do for being gone so long. They both do.”

            Ginny smiled and hugged him, “So long as you’re doing well, Harry, that’s all I care about. I’m glad you finally told me everything. If you ever want to talk, I’m happy to.”

            “Thanks Ginny,” Harry kissed her on the cheek, “I’m gonna head upstairs to bed now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

            “Good night Harry.”

            Harry lay in bed that night trying to sleep. It was weird, sleeping alone. He missed cuddling against Fenrir’s chest and feeling the older man’s big arms locked around him. He suddenly remembered Fenrir slipping something into his trunk. Harry got up and opened it to reveal, folded on top, Fenrir’s shirt. Harry picked it up and saw a note on top:

                        Harry,

                        I hope this will get you through the long nights away from me. I’m currently looking into how to be able to be with you still even though we’re so far apart. Voldemort taught me a spell to make my smell remain on the shirt, so it won’t fade. Enjoy it to your heart’s content, my cub. I’ll let you know when we can be together again soon, Harry. I miss you.

                        Fen

Harry smiled. He crawled back into bed and held the shirt close to him before finally falling asleep.

            The next day Salazar and Hermione walked down to the main hall hand in hand. He walked her to her seat, kissed her, and walked over to the Slytherin table. Hermione smiled at Harry, who was sitting next to Ginny, “How did you sleep, Harry?”

            “Pretty good,” he smiled, “You and Salazar?”

            “Very well. So long as we’re together I can sleep perfectly.” Harry nodded, “Oh I’m sorry Harry. I’m sure sleep was more difficult, missing him.”

            “He slipped his shirt into my trunk so I curled up with it. It helped ease the loss.” The owls swooped in and one dropped a package in Harry’s lap while Hedwig perched on his cup and extended her leg to him. Harry untied it and read the letter, “He wants to know when Hogsmeade weekends are,” he said to Hermione. She pulled out the schedule and he wrote the dates down before tying it back to Hedwig’s leg and offering her some toast. After accepting it she flew off. He looked at the package. Opening it revealed a customized broomstick with a note. Hermione leaned over to read it with him:

                        Dearest Harry,

                        Enclosed is sixteen birthdays worth of presents from your father and I. We learned from Hermione that your Firebolt was destroyed by Death Eaters, and we wanted to make it up to you. Also enclosed are some homemade brownies for you. Be nice and share with your brother, Salazar will appreciate it I’m sure. I intend to visit Hogwarts when you have your next Quidditch match, I want to see my boy play. Have a good term!

                        Love, Mum

Harry grinned at the red and gold broomstick. And he picked up the brownies. They looked good. “I’ll come by later and give Salazar some,” he told Hermione.

            “He’ll like that,” she smiled. “You better take that upstairs before class.”

            “Yeah, good idea,” he stood up and picked up the broomstick, “I’ll see you in Transfiguration then?”

            “Of course,” she smiled. Harry exited the hall, nearly running up the stairs to his dorm.

            The first month back, except for the awkwardness with Ron, everything seemed pretty smooth. Salazar and Harry got along great, and Hermione was glad that so far no one had tried anything with her and Salazar now that their being a couple was public. Harry was getting harassed, but that stopped as soon as Salazar tripped a couple people down the stairs and they had to go to Madam Pomfrey for broken arms. Hermione wondered about Salazar’s devious side but he promised her he wasn’t a sadist, just protecting his little brother. She believed him; whether it was more a desire to believe him or that he was being honest she didn’t know. Salazar was getting teased by the Slytherins, particularly Malfoy, about being with Hermione. Harry took care of that himself one day when suddenly mid-sentence Malfoy started choking. Fearing some sort of curse, the Slytherins stayed silent about it after that.

            Hermione wasn’t sure she liked the brothers doing things that she would most certainly attribute to Voldemort, but both promised her to only do it to protect and respect one another and her. She hated how convincing Salazar could be. But lately she’d really noticed his sadistic side appearing. The first Friday night of their second month back she pulled him into a deep kiss, falling onto the sofa underneath him. He moaned as his hands moved over her body, his mouth finally pulling from hers and moving to her neck. “Salazar?”

            “No talking,” he breathed, kissing her on the lips once more before moving back to her neck and reaching up under her shirt to touch her breasts.

            “We’re talking, Salazar. I don’t like this side of you that gets revenge by causing harm to others. It scares me.”

            “Hermione…”

            “I know, you’re protecting Harry. You’re protecting me. But please, Salazar. Stop it.”

            He looked down at her. “Okay, Hermione. I promise you, I will cool it. But if anyone hurts you…”

            She hugged him, “I love you Salazar. I want you to be my husband. You need to relax though.”

            “I guess I did get a little carried away, huh,” he blushed.

            “I love that you want to protect me, Salazar. I know how important I am to you. But you don’t need to worry.”

            “My mom was gone for so long and Dad was really upset to lose her. I can’t imagine losing you, Hermione.”

            “You won’t,” she kissed him, “you won’t. I’ll say it a million times, if I must.”

            “I love you,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss her.

            “I love you too,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him flush to her, “Now make love to me, Sal.”

            “With pleasure,” he smiled.
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