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

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I like writing Voldemort in a relationship. He's such fun :D

Harry took out the note Fenrir had written him a few days ago. He was so excited for this weekend. At two in the morning he’d be sneaking out of the castle with his cloak. Then he’d sneak down to Hogsmeade using the secret passages he knew about to get there. Fenrir would meet him in the Shrieking Shack to celebrate their Valentine’s Day. He lay in bed, unable to sleep. After midnight he found he couldn’t wait any longer. He got up and grabbed his cloak, sneaking out of the dorm. He snuck down to Salazar and Hermione’s room, knocking lightly on the door. Hermione answered, “I left Salazar for this.”

            “Thank you,” he snuck in and she shut the door, pulling her robe tightly to her.

            “I don’t like being a party to this.”

            “Sorry Hermione,” Harry said, “but I just…I’m so anxious to see him. It’s been over a month and I miss him alot.”

            “I get that, Harry,” she smiled sadly, “believe me, I do. But waiting makes it worth it. When you finally can be together, you appreciate that time so much.”

            “Do you?”

            “Every second of every day,” she said.

            “Where is my brother?”

            “He’s asleep. He had to stop a few fights today by getting in the middle of them. And then we had an argument but now everything’s okay.”

            “I’d guess so if you had to put a robe on to get the door,” Harry grinned.

            “How much longer do you have to wait?”

            “He said to meet him at 2 am.”

            “Now it’s 12:30. Quite some time left, huh.”

            “Yeah,” Harry looked down. “I couldn’t sleep, but that’s no reason to keep you up. You should go back to bed, Hermione.”

            A yawning and naked Salazar appeared at the doorway to Hermione’s bedroom, “Hermio-oh, hello Harry.” He stretched before Hermione shook her head at him, “Oh right,” he went back in and came out in his boxers, “sorry about that,” he grinned.

            “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she said, standing up and kissing him, “Harry’s impatiently waiting.”

            “I can see that. Stealing my woman from me, huh Harry? How dirty of you.”

            “I’m not competition,” Harry smirked. They all jumped as there was banging on the door. Frowning, Salazar picked up his wand and handed Hermione hers. He directed Harry into his own bedroom and Hermione shut the door before tying her robe shut and nodding at Salazar.

            “What?” He said through the door.

            “What the fuck are you doing with Harry?” Ron yelled from the other side. Salazar sighed.

            “Open the door, Salazar, my love. It’s time we dealt with this head on,” Hermione resolved, taking his arm in hers, “I love you.”

            “And I love you,” he kissed her before opening the door, “Is that anyway to speak to your head boy and head girl?”

            “You brainwashed them!”

            “And you’re an intelligent man. There, now we’re both liars,” Salazar rolled his eyes. Harry stifled a laugh from his hiding spot.

            “Why do you even care where Harry is, Ron? You haven’t spoken to him since before we left for winter break,” Hermione crossed her arms, annoyed.

            Ron frowned at her, “Don’t you speak to me, you traitor. You’re the one who’s sleeping with the enemy.”

            Hermione smiled up at Salazar, “Hear that? You’re the enemy.”

            “Well I am better than him in every subject and the girl he has a crush on is in love with me. I can see that.”

            “The girl he has a crush on knows very well how deeply in love with her you really are,” Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

            “Glad to hear it,” he whispered.

            “Where’s Harry?”

            “Dunno, haven’t seen him,” Salazar shrugged. “Get out, I want to take my lover to bed.”

            “I saw him come here.”

            “So you’re out after hours? I’ll write you up then,” Salazar walked to the desk and pulled out his pad, “I think a detention is the proper punishment. As a prefect you should know better, Weasley.”

            Ron just glared as Salazar handed him his detention. “Get back up to your dormitory, Ron. Now.”

            “I’ll get revenge on you,” he vowed as he finally left. Hermione shut and warded the door.

            “Now, I believe you owe me some us time.”

            “I believe you’re right,” he kissed her hungrily. “Back to bed?”

            “Immediately,” she whispered. He pulled her to her bedroom and Harry poked his head out of Salazar’s.

            “Umm, I hate to be a nuisance…”

            “Harry,” Salazar sighed, “I forgot about you. Sorry.”

            “If you two want to go be with one another go ahead; I’ll stay in Sal’s bedroom and leave when it’s time.”

            Hermione felt her lover’s cock go limp. “No Harry,” she moved her hands up Sal’s body to his shoulders and she felt his hands move to the outside of her robe, “we’ll sit up with you.”

            “Thanks,” he smiled sincerely. Salazar sat in the chair while Hermione sat next to Harry on the loveseat. He told them about the letters Fenrir had written to him.

            “I remember when Salazar first wrote me a love letter,” Hermione smiled. “I still have it, I think.”

            “You kept it?” Salazar looked at her in surprise.

            “Of course! It was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

            “I can’t believe you kept it,” he shook his head.

            “Don’t you keep the letters I write you?”

            “Not all of them,” he said.

            “I don’t keep all of them either, but the love letters I do. And I keep the particularly sweet ones, like the ones you sent on my birthdays and the one you sent for our anniversary.”

            Salazar blushed. She got up and walked over to him, sitting in his lap and laying her head on his shoulder, “I love you,” she kissed his cheek.

            He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, “Harry, what are you going to do when you graduate?”

            “I’ve thought about being an Auror, and about being a Quidditch player. Other than that, I don’t really know. What about you two?”

            “I’m going to seek a mastery in Transfiguration,” Salazar said.

            “I want to get a mastery in Charms or Transfiguration. I’m not sure which.”

            “Did you get an apprenticeship offer?” Harry asked Salazar.

            He nodded, “A master in France and a master in Germany.”

            “Where will you go?”

            “Wherever Hermione goes,” he looked at his lover, “I’m not leaving her behind.”

            “You’re too sweet,” she smiled into his neck, nuzzling him.

            Harry looked at the clock. It was now 1am. “I’ll go now. You two should enjoy your time together.”

            “Enjoy yourself, Harry.”

            “Be careful.”



            “Thank Merlin you got here early,” Harry heard the minute he entered the Shack. He felt arms tighten around him and he leaned back into the familiar comfort.

            “I couldn’t wait any longer,” Harry said. He was taken up to the second floor and Fenrir then turned him around, kissing him hungrily and desperately.

            Harry moaned into his lover’s mouth. Harry wrapped his arms around Fenrir’s neck as the large man laid him on the bed he’d magically repaired before his lover’s arrival. “I’ve missed you so much,” Fenrir said between kisses.

            “I’ve missed you too,” Harry groaned, “clothes, Fen. Get them off.”

            “Happily,” he whispered the spell to remove their clothing and reached down to squeeze Harry’s ass, “I’ve missed this too.”

            “Oh Fen,” Harry stopped all talk as they kissed hungrily, eagerly stroking his lover’s large cock. Finally after about half an hour Harry pulled away, “Fuck me, Fen.”

            “Whatever you want, cub,” Fenrir lifted Harry’s legs up onto his shoulders and whispered the lubrication spell. He slid into Harry and both men groaned in pleasure, Harry throwing his head back and Fenrir’s head falling back as a deep howl escaped from his mouth. Harry looked up and smiled, pulling Fenrir’s head to his as he kissed him deeply.

            It was late morning before they stopped fucking. Fenrir collapsed and Harry curled up against him, “I want to stay like this as long as possible,” Harry ran his hand over his older lover’s chest.

            “Me too,” was all Fenrir said. Harry sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. The couple fell asleep in one another’s arms.

            Salazar and Hermione awoke feeling content, “Salazar?”

            “Hmm?”

            Hermione ran her fingers through his hair for a few minutes before continuing, “I…I don’t know which field I want to go into.”

            “Why not do both?” He lifted his head up from its spot on her stomach, “We both know you could if you wanted to.”

            “Do both? I guess that’s doable,” she furrowed her brow in thought.

            “It is, Hermione. For you,” he looked up and smiled at her. Hermione blushed.

            “It’s funny.”

            “What is?”

            “I’ve never felt self-conscious with you. Ever. Even with Harry, I feel self-conscious. But not with you. Not once.”

            “Why would a beautiful woman like you ever be self-conscious?”

            Hermione just blushed. He leaned up and kissed her sweetly, “I’m proud to be your lover, Hermione. Proud that you would choose me over anyone else.”

            “No one else could ever be an option, Salazar. The things you do to me…I love you,” she kissed him deeply. He pulled her into his arms and let her roll on top of him. They passionately made out, just savoring one another. “We should go shower,” she finally said.

            “Together,” he responded, sliding out of bed and picking her up, “I’m not ever letting you go.”

            “Good, I don’t want you to,” she laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her into the bathroom, “let’s take a bath. I want you to hold me in your arms.”

            “Sounds very good to me,” he turned the tub on magically and they slid in, Hermione enjoying his embrace and Salazar savoring the feel of her body against his.

            Harry woke up that afternoon, still in Fenrir’s arms. “I’m hungry,” he said before stretching.

            “Food would be nice, I guess,” the werewolf mumbled, not loosening his hold on his lover.

            “I’m so glad you came here, Fen,” Harry leaned up and kissed his lover.

            “Me too,” he moaned into the kiss and pulled Harry up to be even with his own head, “so let’s go get some lunch?”

            “Sounds good to me,” Harry grinned.

            “I know the perfect place,” Fenrir whispered. “First, let’s shower.”

            “There’s a working bathroom here?”

            “Of course,” Fenrir grinned. “Voldemort bought this place under an assumed name on my behalf. I put in a working shower. The outside is enchanted to look like a dump, but the inside is going to get a fix-up so that I can stay here while you’re finishing school.”

            “Really?” Harry looked at him in wonder. Fenrir simply nodded. Harry kissed him deeply, “Let’s go shower now,” Harry said. Fenrir picked him up and they entered the bathroom, ready to scrub one another down.

            After lunch they returned and Fenrir pulled him back to the bed, “I like being here with you.”

            “I do too,” Harry sighed contentedly. “I’ve missed you so much, Fen,” Harry buried his head in the older man’s chest.

            “Now you won’t have to,” he whispered, “I’m here if you need me.”

            “Your daily letters have helped a little,” Harry mumbled.

            “But it isn’t the same, is it,” he looked down at Harry.

            “It never could be.”

            “You’ll have to go back today, won’t you?”

            “Yeah,” Harry sighed. “I can’t be gone all day.”

            “I’ll see you later then?”

            “Tonight?”

            “Of course,” Fenrir smiled, his fangs showing.

            “I guess I should go back to the castle.”

            “Before you’re too obviously missed, yes,” Fenrir sighed.

            The rest of the weekend was awkwardly spent for Harry. He got to be with Fenrir, sure, but Harry felt more alone than ever before when they were apart. He just wished it could be for him like it was for Salazar and Hermione. But he felt much better knowing that Fenrir was nearby, should Harry need him. As for Salazar and Hermione, they were contacting the masters in France that had offered apprenticeships. She had finally decided to do her Charms one first, as that was her favorite of the two subjects. Then they wrote their parents, informing them of their decisions.

            Voldemort was in his study preparing for their trip to gain Lily immortality when she came in to show him the letter. “So? I’m glad he found a master to work under.”

            “Voldemort, he’ll be so far from us still!”

            “Closer than England,” he pointed out, “Lily, my love, let him find his own path. I know you want to mother him, but Salazar’s a grown man.”

            “I just…” She sat down, “I never got to be a mother. I gave birth to two boys who have got on without me.”

            “Shouldn’t that make you proud?”

            “How can I be proud when they don’t need me?”

            Voldemort sighed. This all was still bugging her. He pulled her to the couch and held her in his lap, “They do need you, Lily. Just as I do,” he added, “but they’re seventeen and eighteen years old. They’re grown men. They are quite capable. And that’s because they have us as parents. Harry and Salazar are the way they are because of us. Because of who we are. They are both self-reliant, they are both intelligent, and they are both strong and courageous. We gave them that.”

            Lily nodded dejectedly before closing her eyes and laying her head on his shoulder. Voldemort held her silently for some time before finally figuring out what to do, “Are you packed for our trip?”

            “Yes,” she whispered quietly.

            “Good, now we have time.”

            “For what?”

            “Baby-making,” he answered, pushing her down on the sofa and kissing her deeply. Lily’s eyes widened in shock before she returned the kiss, pulling him against her; Voldemort pulled his shirt off and gazed down at her. Damn she looked so sexy like this, “You want a baby, right? Let’s get you pregnant.”

            She smiled, “You don’t have to go to that extreme, my love.”

            “Why not? I’d like another child. Maybe this one I can raise without being killed before they’re a year old.”

            “You really want another child?”

            “Do you?”

            “Yes.”

            “Then let’s get started,” Voldemort unbuttoned his jeans, “unless you don’t want me anymore…”

            “How could I not want you?” Lily removed her top and kissed him desperately, “No more talking, my love.”

            “Yes ma’am,” he smirked against her lips as she kissed him to shut him up.
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