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Sighing heavily, Harry rested his cheek against the cool fish tank completely lost in his thoughts. He had tried to fall asleep in the same bed as three of his four mates, but after Edward left to go hunting with Emmett, even though he no longer fed from animals, he had gotten up and made his way down to his sunroom.

He was exhausted and feeling like shit, but his mind just wouldn't shut down long enough for him to fall asleep. He just couldn't stop thinking about Draco and his actions over the past few months. He couldn't stop thinking about everything his elf mate had said and done. His mate had been treating him horribly ever since he came into his demon inheritance, which he had caused. The name calling and insults reminded him of when they were younger and hated each other. Hell, if he was being honest with himself, the name calling and insults were a lot worse now.

"It's a good thing vampires have excellent eyesight, even in the dark."

"Please don't turn the lights on," Harry murmured, his face still plastered to the fish tank. "How did you find me?"

Shaking his head, Jasper gave a deep chuckle. "Do you really have to ask me that?"

"I guess not," Harry said, cracking a half a smile. Of course it was easy for his brother to find him, he was a vampire with excellent hunting instincts and skills.

Jasper stepped fully into the dark room and made his way over to his baby brother. Not worrying about a chair, he took a seat on the floor in front of Harry. "Can't sleep? Are you feeling alright?"

"You're an empathy, do you really have to ask me that?" Harry shot back with a half hearted smirk. His heart was hurting too much to be funny right now.

"I deserved that," Jasper snorted. "But in my defense, you have become infuriatingly good at blocking me."

Harry slid off his chair and onto his brother's lap. "I would think that me blocking you would be a relief. My emotions are always such a mess."

"I worry when I can't feel your emotions," Jasper admitted. "I admit, when you first came to us as a terrified six year old, your emotions overwhelmed me and sometimes I wanted to hide from you, but now feeling your emotions is like breathing to me. You mean as much to me as Alice, I need to know when you're hurting."

Blinking back his tears, Harry rested his head on Jasper's shoulder. "Do you think it's a spell?"

Jasper stiffened, having an idea of what Harry was talking about. "Is what a spell?" he asked, not wanting to bring up Draco just in case Harry wasn't talking about him.

Harry was silent for a few minutes while he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He didn't want his brother to think that he was pathetic for hoping that there was a reason for Draco's actions, but he just couldn't help hoping that there were. "Draco," he finally said quietly. "Do you think he has been cursed or is under a spell?"

Jasper tightened his arm's around his angel brother. "I wish I had an answer for you, but I don't. All I can do is give you my opinion."

"I have always respected your opinion, more so than anyone else's."

"I think," Jasper started tentatively, not wanting to crush Harry. "I think that Draco has always had a hard time controlling his dominance. He was raised to be a stuck up, spoiled little pompous prince who never had to share what was his. In the beginning, before you even knew that they were your mates but they knew that they were yours, Draco was the only one who truly had a problem with sharing you. No, Edward and Jacob weren't thrilled about it, but they were willing to work everything out so they could be with you."

"Draco was also very mean and insulting to Edward and Jacob," Jasper continued. "He was always picking fights with them and driving Severus and the rest of us crazy. I mean, don't get me wrong, Edward and Jacob gave as good as they got, but Draco instigated almost every fight."

"I-I don't remember all that," Harry said softly.

"That's because you were in a very bad place at the time. That, and Severus threatened to kill them if they upset you. At the time we had all made excuses for Draco, saying that it was the blocked bond causing him to act the way that he was, but we know now that that was just Draco's personality and temper."

Close to thirty minutes ticked by without either speaking as Harry absorbed what Jasper told him. He really didn't remember a whole lot of those first few weeks after he woke. "I always knew he wanted more during sex than what I was willing to give him. I think sometimes that that was why he would get so rough with me. It wasn't that I didn't really like the roughness, but not when he got so rough that I needed a pain potion after."

"It's not your fault, Harry, you do realize that right?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I keep telling myself that, but I'm afraid that I'm not very convincing. I should have at least tried his games or watched the videos that he wanted to show me, but they made me very uncomfortable."

"Ok, Harry, let's look at this situation differently," Jasper suggested. "What would you say if Nitika came to you and told you that Ash was pressuring her into being tied up and whipped during sex when she really didn't want to do it?"

"I would tell her to turn her back while I gutted Ash for hurting my baby," Harry snarled.

"Would you tell her that it wasn't her fault for not wanting to play those kind of sexual games?"

"Of course I would...after I gutted the bastard and sent his soul to my grandfather."

"Now are you convinced that it wasn't your fault?"

Smiling softly, Harry pecked his big brother on the cheek. "You're the best, Jasper. I don't why I torture myself so when talking to you always makes me feel better."

"Because you have always been the type to bottle everything up inside until it starts eating away at you. Maybe someday you will learn to come to me first, but I'm not holding my breath."

Harry quirked his head cutely to the side as he smirked up at Jasper. "Of course you're not holding you're breath, you don't breath. You're dead, remember?"

Growling, Jasper playfully, but gently, pushed Harry off his lap. He would normally tickle him, but he was still recovering from his horrible splinching accident. "Go to sleep, brat, you need the rest."

Sticking his bottom lip out and pouting, Harry got to his feet. "Sheesh, you don't have to be so mean. It's not my fault that you're a bloody vampire." Sticking his tongue out, he turned and playfully stomped out of the room.

After stopping by the kitchen and grabbing a quick glass of water, Harry made his way back to his room that he shared with his mate's, freezing mid-step when he encountered Ash in the hallway. Eyes narrowing, he glared at the vampire. "I will gut you," he warned. "Don't think that just because I'm a submissive that I'm weak. I will take you apart limb by limb then decorate the trees outside with your intestines." Sniffing at the air, he stormed past the stunned vampire.

"What the hell was that about?" Ash muttered, watching as Harry disappeared into his room.

Laughing, Jasper stuck his head out of his bedroom door. "Don't mind him. He was having a hard understanding that everything that was going on wasn't his fault, so I used you and Nitika as an example. Just a warning, don't ever try to force Nitika into doing something that she doesn't want to do. Remember, Harry is as much a demon as he is an angel."

"No worries there, Harry terrifies me when he's angry," Ash said, relieved that Harry really wasn't mad at him.


Slipping out of his pajamas and clad only in his boxers, Harry climbed onto the bed and squeezed himself between his two largest mates. He couldn't wear clothes when sleeping with Jake and Charlie because their bodies ran so hot. Half the times he couldn't even use a blanket because he would sweat to death if he did.

Harry made a soft eeping sound when a large muscular arm with red hairs fell across his middle and pulled him into its owner's hard and bulgy chest.

"Are you feeling better?" Charlie grumbled sleepily in his mate's ear.

Harry snuggled more into his largest mate and placed his ear on his chest, he loved hearing the rumbling of Charlie's seductive voice. "I actually am. I just needed to think and talk to Jasper."

"I figured that you needed some alone time," Charlie said, carding his fingers though Harry's silky long hair. "Jake wanted to follow you, but I convinced him to leave you alone with your thoughts."

Harry giggled softly when his wolf mate made a loud snorting, snoring sound. "Thank you, but you really should have fallen back asleep like Jake. I'm sorry for keeping you up."

"Harry, you have stop blaming yourself for other people's actions," Charlie sighed. "I decided on my own to stay awake and wait for you. I could have fallen back to sleep, but it was my choice not to."

"But if I hadn't gotten up you would still be sleeping," Harry pointed out smugly.

"If you stop talking, little one, I can go back to sleep with the most beautiful creature in the world sleeping in my arms."

"If you both shut the hell up, we could all go back to sleep," Jacob growled, his voice rough from sleep.

"Or we could have a hot and steamy threesome now that we are all awake," Harry said seductively.

Jacob's eyes snapped open, his gaze landing hungrily on his little mate.

"Down wolf," Charlie chuckled. "Until Harry's side is healed, the only threesome we are getting is with our right and left hands."

"You're no fun," Harry huffed.

Charlie chuckled when his angel let out a big yawn. "Go to sleep, angel, we can have foursome with Edward in a few days when you're all healed."

Harry beamed up at his ginger mate. Hearing him willingly include Edward, knowing that it was something that Draco very seldom did, made his heart feel lighter. "I love you, Charlie Weasley."

Grinning, Charlie claimed Harry's lips in a brief, but toe curling kiss. "Love you too, angel."

"Doesn't anyone love me?" Jacob sniffed playfully.

"I love you too, Jacob," Harry quickly reassured, even though he knew that his mate was only playing around.


Draco was surprised when he entered his apartment and found it dark. Thinking the boy was sleeping since it was late, he stripped out of his clothes and made his way the bedroom. Stopping just inside the room, he frowned and looked around the room when he saw that the bed was empty.

"Daniel!" Draco called as he made his way to check the bathroom.

"Hoping to beat some more on a child, lover boy?"

"Son of a bitch!" Draco cried, spinning around with his hand covering his pounding chest. "You're not allowed to just pop into someone's home like that, you damn demon!"

Smirking, Belial leaned arrogantly against the bed post. "And just who is going to stop me, elf?"

"I should have put up wards."

"Your weak wizard wards won't be able to keep me out," Belial bragged. "But no worries, I have no desire after this to visit my grandson's piece of shit, worthless mate. I just stopped in to tell you that your boy toy is gone and he won't be coming back."

"What the fuck did you do to him?" Draco snarled.

Casually flicking his hand out, Belial sent the elf flying across the room and into the wall. Stalking him with fire in his eyes, he grabbed the pinned elf by the throat and got into his face. "I am done warning you about showing me respect."

Draco let out a scream of pain when something like an electrical shock shot into his neck and down through his body. He knew Belial was dangerous and not to be messed with, be he honestly thought that the demon would never physically harm him. He was his grandson's mate and Harry would be furious with Belial for harming him.

"Daniel," Belial spat. "The fifteen year old orphan boy that you almost killed, would have killed had Harry not decided to pay his pedophile mate a visit, is recovering under the care of my extremely compassionate grandson."

All the color drained from Draco's face. "He-he told me that he was eighteen."

"You heard eighteen come out of his mouth, but deep down you knew that he wasn't. You didn't care about his age because he reminded you of Harry!" Belial roared.

Draco lowered his head in shame. Belial was right, he questioned Daniel's age multiple times in his head, but he never verbally asked the boy because he didn't want to learn the truth.

"You're a fucking sick basted," Belial growled dangerously. With another flick of his wrist, he sent the elf flying across the room and head first into another wall. "I hope it was worth it. I hope your pathetic cock was worth losing your mate and children over."

Stumbling to his feet, Draco wiped the blood from his nose and mouth. "I didn't hurt that boy as bad as you say. He was fine when I left here. Whatever he told Harry was lies."

"So are you trying to tell me that the life threatening infections he's being treated for and the punctured urethra wasn't from you shoving something down his cock? What about the blood poisoning from the multiple infected lash marks on his back?"

Draco shook his head in denial. "No, if I had been hurting him that bad he would have used his safe word. You're just making shit up to make me look bad in front of my mate."

Belial threw his head back and laughed evilly. "You don't need my help to make you look bad in front of Harry, you have accomplished that perfectly fine on your own. And news flash, my grandson won't be your mate much longer."

Draco doubled over as if he had been punched in the gut. "H-Harry is my mate," he protested. "We'll always be mates and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

Smirking, Belial shook his head, his eyes shining mischievously. "I don't have to do anything, you have damaged the bond you share with my grandson beyond repair. I hope you enjoy eternity alone. You can take a million lovers, but they'll never be able to heal the pain from your severed bond with Harry. I hope that it drives you so insane that your elf gives up and dies, then I will collect your worthless ass with a smile on my face and drag you down to hell and give you to old wrinkle dick to play with."

Draco didn't have to ask who wrinkle dick was, he knew that the demon was talking about Dumbledore. "You're wrong," he said, his voice trembling. Harry loved him, he was his mate, he would never break their bond. "And your wrong about Daniel, I never hurt him. You probably kidnapped him and lied to Harry."

"Believe what you will," Belial chuckled. With a wink, he flashed out of the elf's apartment.

Draco's knees gave out on him and he fell to the floor. Looking around his empty apartment, he all of a sudden realized how lonely he was and how too quiet everything was. There were no babies babbling demanding your attention, no Nitika begging you to play dress up or push her on the swing, Harry's laughter wasn't ringing throughout his apartment as he played with his children or tormented one of his mates...the quiet was deafening.

Dropping his chin to his chest, he allowed his wings to erupt from his back then laid them limply at his sides. With a heavy heart, Draco started sobbing. What had he done? Had he truly almost killed Daniel? Was he going to lose his mate and his family over something as stupid as sex and a fucking demon Weasley mate?

Belial was wrong, Harry wouldn't break their bond. Harry meant the world to him and he knew that his angel loved him and that he meant the world to him. Harry would never hurt him like that...he would die without him.

He needed to see Harry and somehow make this right. Harry was his submissive, he couldn't break their bond...he needed him. The fates chose him to be Harry's mate for a reason.

Harry would take him back, his sweet angel was too good and too forgiving.


Balancing a tray of cookies with one hand and supporting Lyra on his waist with his other, Harry slowly walked into the living room and set the tray on the table in front of Daniel. It had been three days since he brought Daniel home with him and the boy was already showing signs of healing, both physically, and mentally.

"You'll want to grab a handful," Harry warned. "As soon as Phoenix gets a whiff of them, they'll be no stopping him. I swear that boy has a bottomless pit for a stomach.

As his father predicted, Phoenix, who had been sitting in front of the large window looking out and banging on the glass, whipped his head around so fast that he tipped over onto his side. The fall not phasing him one bit, the young boy got up on his feet and made a beeline straight for the cookies as fast as his chubby, little legs would take him.

"Told you," Harry chuckled fondly when Phoenix ran straight into the table and started reaching for the cookies. Not wanting him to take too many, Harry took one cookie and broke it in half so Phoenix would think he had two.

"Yum! Yum!" Phoenix cried happily as he plopped himself down onto his diapered bottom right next to the table and started stuffing his face.

"Hey, little man, don't stuff your face," Harry scolded. "I don't want you to choke."

"He's really cute," Daniel smiled as he nibbled on his own cookie. "All three are, you have a very beautiful family."

Harry smiled slyly at Daniel. They hadn't told the boy yet, but his Athair and dad were granted custody of him. They were just giving him a bit more time to recover and to get to know everyone before letting him know. They were a very large family, easily intimidating to a young boy who had been a single child. They also hadn't talked to him about all the different creatures they were. He knew about the vampires, but he didn't know that his athair was an elf or that he was an angel, hell, he hadn't even met his grandfather yet. Belial was sure to scare the hell out of the poor child.

He prayed that Daniel would decide to stay and accept their guardianship. He was very fond of the boy and he liked being a big brother. He had other brothers of course, Jasper and Emmett, but he himself had never been a big brother.

"This is a nut house, Daniel," Harry chuckled. "Just wait until you meet the extending family."

Daniel started anxiously picking at his cookie. "D-Do they know what I did? Do they know about Draco?"

"Some do," Harry confessed, "but just a few. What you did Daniel is nothing to be ashamed of. You did what you had to do in order to survive."

When Harry saw that the boy looked like he was close to breaking down and crying, he took a seat on the edge of his couch and took his hand. "Daniel, the only ones outside of this house that know about you and Draco is the man that I consider both my uncle and therapist, Marcus, and his mate, and my grandfather. The rest of my family don't know and they don't need to know unless you want them to know."

Daniel swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "Thank you," he muttered softly.

Taking a deep breath, Harry decided to bare his soul to Daniel. Maybe if the teen knew more about his past, it would help him be more comfortable around his family. "Daniel, when I was being held captive by Voldemort, they took turns torturing me and...raping me."

Harry had to close his eyes and take a couple deep breaths to help slow down his rapidly beating heart. He had come a long way over the years, but he still got nightmares whenever he thought about his time as Voldemort's captive.

Daniel gave Harry's hand a squeeze. "You don't have to talk about it," he whispered.

"I just..." Harry took another deep breath. "I don't like talking about that time, but I just wanted you to see that you won't be insulted or looked down on here for what happened with Draco. Most everyone here has some kind of dark past and did things that they normally wouldn't do in order to survive. We all have demons in our closets."

"And some of us have demons as grandfathers. Personally I don't know a demon that would hang out in a closet. I never understood that saying."

All the color drained from Daniel's face when the terrifying, yet beautiful, man he met his first night with Draco materialized out of nowhere. Not meaning to, he gripped Harry's hand painfully hard.

Wincing, Harry quickly tried to reassure the frightened boy before he crushed all the bones in his hand. "It's alight, Daniel, that's my grandfather and he won't hurt you."

Shivering, Daniel could feel the man's different and dangerous magic pouring off of him. "What...what is he?"

"A pain in the ass," Harry grumbled. Narrowing his eyes, he turned to his grandfather. "Rein in your magic and stop trying to scare him. You know I hate bullies."

"You are really getting to be quite the smart mouth," Belial said proudly. With a wink to the teen, Belial did as Harry ordered and reined in his demon magic. "I was just testing the child to see how sensitive he was to my magic, and judging by his reaction, he's extremely sensitive to demon magic. I didn't mean to make him almost piss himself. He probably had a distant ancestor that was a demon."

Daniel paled even more. "You're that guy. I...I..."

Confused, Harry looked at Daniel than back at his smirking grandfather. "You have met?" He knew that his grandfather had been keeping an eye on Draco, but he didn't think that he had confronted him.

"Briefly," Belial confessed. "The night that Draco picked him up. I tried talking the damn elf out of doing something stupid, but he wouldn't listen to me."

"Elf!" Daniel squeaked.

Moaning, Harry rubbed at his eyes. "Daniel, there are a few things that we haven't told you for fear of frightening you." Standing up, he took a few steps back and released his wings.

Even over Phoenix and Lyra's clapping, something they did every time he released his wings, Harry could hear Daniel making a choking sound. "Breath, Daniel, I'm not going to hurt you."

"You have wings!"

"Well, the boy doesn't need glasses," Belial joked. Stepping up next to his grandson, he released his own wings.

"I was trying to break this to him gently," Harry pouted, glaring at his grandfather.

"What are you?" Daniel asked in fear and in awe. Both men were beautiful, but they also had an auror of danger surrounding them, the stranger more so than Harry.

"Well," Harry said sheepishly. "I'm half angel and half demon."

"And I'm one hundred percent, soul eating, stealing little children out of their beds at night, drag you down to the pits of hell demon."

Harry wanted to curse his grandfather, poor Daniel looked like he was going to pass out. "Actually, my grandfather was an archangel."

"That I was, the most beautiful of archangels too, until I pissed off the big guy and got the boot. You start one little uprising and all of a sudden you're a bad guy." Belial dramatically rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure you deserved it," Harry chuckled.

"Yeah I did," Belial proclaimed proudly.

Daniel couldn't contain his trembling, he didn't know that angels and demons were real. That explained why the demon felt so different and dangerous to him. "D-Do you really eat souls?"

"Define eat," Belial smirked.

Daniel's eyes about popped out of his head. "I...I..."

"Enough!" Harry cried in exasperation. "If you keep scaring him he will want to leave."

"I swear, there are time when you are absolutely no fun," Belial cried. Turning around, he scooped up the toddler that was behind him tugging and chewing on his wings. "Why does everything go into your mouth? Feathers are not food!"

"Yum!" Phoenix cried.

Laughing, Harry took his son from his grandfather and gave him another cookie. Pulling his wings back in, he sat back down next to Daniel. "Daniel, I promise you that you are safe here. Yes my grandfather is a demon and I'm half demon, but we would never harm you."

"Let's not forget big red the fire demon," Belial pointed out.

"Why don't we just hit him with everything all at once?" Harry snapped.

"F-Fire demon?" Daniel stuttered.

"You called?"

Harry groaned when Charlie came walking out from the kitchen carrying a sandwich. "When did you get home?" he hissed.

Charlie raised his eyebrows at Harry's snappish tone. "Er, am I not allowed to be home?"

"Of course you are," Harry cried, giving his mate a tense smile. "It was just bad timing, that's all. We were telling Daniel about what we are and he's not taking it all that well."

Shrugging his shoulders, Charlie took a seat on the couch across from the freaked out boy. "Fire demon here," he proclaimed proudly. "If I haven't eaten you yet, then there's a good chance that I won't."

"Charlie!" Harry cried.

Both Charlie and Belial started laughing loudly. Throwing his hands up in frustration, Harry flung himself against the back of the couch. "Fine, scare the poor traumatized child with your mean demon ways, but I'll tell you this, Charlie Weasley, if Daniel wants to leave because of you, it will be a cold day in hell before you get anymore loving from me."

Charlie instantly stopped laughing. "Now that's not even funny to joke about."

"Who said that I was joking, Charlie?" Harry shot back.

Placing his sandwich on the coffee table, Charlie got down on his knees. "Sweet, Daniel darling, I promise to never eat you or frighten you with my..." scratching his head, Charlie looked up at Belial for help.

"I believe my grandson said...mean demon ways."

Charlie nodded his head seriously. "I promise never to frighten you with my mean demon ways."

Harry was having a hard time containing his laughter. He was just getting ready to scold his adorable mate again, when he heard soft giggling coming from beside him. Turning his head, he was relieved to see that Daniel looked less tense and was actually laughing.

"All joking aside," Harry said. "You're safe here, Daniel, and we would like for you to become a part of this crazy, and extremely dysfunctional family."

At seeing the sincerity in Harry's eyes, Daniel gave him a reassuring smile. Even with his parents he never felt as wanted as Harry made him feel. "I would like very much."

"Whew!" Charlie cried dramatically. "That was a close one." Turning back around to grab his sandwich, he froze when he spotted an empty plate. "What the hell! Where did my sandwich go?"

Giggling harder, Daniel pointed to behind the couch Charlie had been sitting on.

Jumping to his feet, Charlie knelt on the couch and peeked behind it. "Why you little thief!" he cried. Leaning over the couch, he plucked up Phoenix who had the missing sandwich clutched tightly in his chubby hands while chewing on a large bite.

"No food is safe around him," Harry chuckled.

"My yum!" Phoenix cried as he pulled the sandwich into his chest while glaring at Charlie.

"Are you sure that he's not Jacob's?" Charlie huffed. "The way that the two of them eat I'm surprised that there's any food left in Forks."

"He's just a growing boy," Harry defended.

Smiling, Charlie gave the toddler a loud smacking kiss on his mayonnaise smeared cheek.


Swallowing his pride, Draco grabbed the knob to his apothecary door and entered the building. He had to admit, he was surprised that Severus hadn't warded him against entering or set a curse on the door that was triggered to go off the second he touched the knob.

"It didn't take long for you to come crawling back with your tail tucked between your legs."

Biting his tongue knowing that he would never be able to off snark his godfather, Draco approached the counter. "I'm sorry," he apologized through gritted teeth.

"Why don't you try that again, but this time show a little more sincerity?"

"I didn't hurt that boy and he told me he was eighteen."

"Do you know who found Daniel in your apartment close to death?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Belial I'm sure. He's out to get me and make me look bad in front of my mate."

"And having sex with a fifteen year old doesn't make you look bad?" Severus snarled. Daniel didn't know it yet, but as far as he was concerned, that boy was now his son and he would protect him as fiercely as he protected Harry.

"I didn't kn..."

"Shut up!" Severus roared. "You will never be able to convince me that you never questioned that boy's age, and to answer my question, Harry was the one who found Daniel. He apparated alone, without informing us and while his magic was unstable, to your apartment to see you and to talk to you."

Trembling, Draco vaguely remembered now Belial saying something about Harry paying him a visit. He had forgotten about that after the demon warned him about his bond with Harry. He couldn't believe that his angel had actually left the house alone and apparated just to see him. That just went to prove that Harry still loved him and that their bond, while under a great strain, was still strong.

"Harry found that boy burning with a fever and barely able to stand. For days he had been in a desperate need of a healer, but he wouldn't go because you had forbidden him from going. He would have died had it not been for Harry."

Draco numbly shook his head no. That couldn't be right, he hadn't hurt the boy that bad. It was lies to make him look bad...all lies.

Severus had to grip the counter tightly to keep from cursing his godson. "What the hell did you think would happen by repeatedly shoving something down someone's cock? That boy, when able to piss, was pissing blood. He's still not able to urinate on his own, we have to magically relieve him. The infections that you left him with were severe enough to kill him."

"Harry, your mate, took that child, the same person who you cheated on him with, and apparated him back home for me to heal. Harry can barely apparate, let alone side along apparate someone. The little fool, more concerned about Daniel than himself, didn't tell me until hours later that he had seriously splinched himself. Seriously, as in half his side had been splinched and I could see his damn ribs."

Draco felt faint and sick to his stomach when hearing that Harry had hurt himself that bad. "Did it get infected?"

"What do you care, Mr. Malfoy, you walked out on him and never looked back?"

Draco flinched as if struck when his godfather called him Mr. Malfoy. "Uncle Sev, please," he begged brokenly.

It hurt, Severus had always loved his godson, but as far as he was concerned, his actions were unforgivable. He had heard his son crying at night over Draco and he intimately knew how badly it hurt to have your mate cheat on you with someone else. Granted, he knew now that James had never cheated on him with Lily, but back than he hadn't and the pain he had felt had been blinding. Hell, he hadn't even know at the time that James was his soul mate, but his elf had known on some level. At least his son had three other mates there to support him.

"I need to see Harry," Draco pleaded. "Please, Uncle Sev."

"Don't you think you have done enough damage, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Stop calling me that!" Draco cried.

Severus leaned over the counter so that he was almost in the young elf's face. "You are my godson and I can't change that, but you are no longer family to me. You became Mr. Malfoy the second you walked out the door on my son and your biological daughter. I get that times were rough and you needed a break, but you don't get to take a break from your mate and children."

"And if walking out wasn't bad enough, after days of horribly insulting your mate over and over again, you cheated on him with a fifteen year old orphan who had just lost his parents and had only been looking for someone to take care of him and somewhere safe to stay. Even your father would be ashamed and disgusted with you. Your parents didn't have the perfect marriage, plenty of times I walked in on them cursing each other, but your father never walked out on your mother and he never cheated on her. He was faithful to his mate."

"Was my mother fucking three other men," Draco snapped, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. He was just sick and tired of hearing about poor Harry. What about poor him?

Severus had his wand out and in Draco's face before the elf could blink. "Sev, I'm sorry," Draco begged. "I-I shouldn't have said that about Harry. I didn't mean it."

"Oh, but you did, Mr. Malfoy," Severus said calmly...too calmly. "Mr. Malfoy, you are no longer welcome in my shop. If you need potions for any reason, brew them yourself, or find another reputable apothecary."

"The wards back at home have already been adjusted to send you to Timbuktu should you try entering them. All your belongings will be magically sent to your apartment no later than tomorrow evening."

"Sev, no!" Draco cried. "You can't do that...that's my home. You can't keep me away from my mate and daughter."

"I can't?" Severus asked with a smirk. "Oh believe me, Mr. Malfoy, I most certainly can. I can also talk to Daniel about pressing charges against you seeing as I am now his legal guardian. You, Mr. Malfoy, had sex with a minor and that is against the law."

Gulping, Draco took a few fearful steps away from his godfather. It had been a very long time since had seen the man this mad. "Lyra is my daughter, I have rights."

"Go home, Mr. Malfoy," Severus ordered. "My son will be in contact with you over Lyra when he is ready. Know this though, you will never be left unsupervised with her. You are an elf who has lost his mate, and as such, you will be extremely unstable until you either learn to live with your loss, or your elf gives up and dies.

Draco felt as though he had been hit by a truck. "I-I can't, Sev. Please!" he gasped, his breathing all of a sudden becoming almost impossible. "Please, I can't lose him. You know what it feels like to lose a mate."

"You already lost him, Mr. Malfoy," Severus said flatly. "Leave! Better yet, do us all a favor and return to England."

Draco clutched at his heart, the organ was beating so hard and fast that he was afraid that it was going to pound right out of his chest. "I'll die!" he said weakly.

Severus had to mask how much his godson's pleas were affecting him. He both hated and loved the young elf. "You made your choice, now you have to live with it. Leave, and don't return."

Pale and shaking, Draco stumbled to the door. "I won't let Harry go," he cried weakly before walking out the door.

Sighing heavily, Severus ignored his godson. He hadn't expected him to accept the situation, he just hoped that he didn't try anything stupid. Harry had been through enough, the last thing he needed to deal with is a crazed ex-mate.