Chapter Seventeen

Accepting Before I say I Do

A/N- Short M/F/M scene.

James walked around Riddle Manor hoping to see a friendly face, specifically, Severus. He'd been at the Manor for a few days, and each time he was allowed to roam around he was escorted by someone new. James should feel offended that Voldemort didn't trust him. But he was a new face around the Manor. James also realized that he was being tested on his loyalty. James figured that Voldemort was giving him enough rope to fuck up. Since the first night since arriving at the Manor, he hasn't spoken to Voldemort either, and that was a bit worrying to him.

There were a few things that surprised James that he'd been unable to reconcile with. His son hated him. Not James Potter, but Maxum Steele. It didn't help that he embarrassed himself almost falling on his ass the first night at dinner when Harry and Voldemort walked into the dining room with their arms around each other. James recognized Harry right away even before one of the redheads who he later learned was a Weasley called him Damian. James had no idea what was going on or why they referred to Harry by a different name. From the first night, he felt as if he'd walked into an entirely different world.

It became apparent to James that first night that Harry and Voldemort were a couple and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what his son saw in a man that was one, old enough to be his grandfather. And two had the face of a snake. He almost gagged on his meal when Harry leaned over and kissed him. James chastised himself that not hours before he was flirting with the man. But that was his way to try to curry favor in his direction, hoping Voldemort would let him join their side to fight against Dumbledore.

He needed to find a way to earn Voldemort's trust on the inside with him. Maybe gaining Harry's trust was the way I need to go. He hated that his thoughts veered off to using his son, but he was given a second chance and wasn't going to waste it. James primary goal was winning his family back. But it seemed he didn't do a more thorough research. Things were certainly not what he imagined them to be. Deep in thought, James turned a corner and hit a hard wall falling flat on his ass. He heard a snicker and was about to curse up a bloody blue ball when he looked up and was rendered breathless by the attractive redhead standing over him.

"Bloody hell, I'm sorry," he apologized bending down helping James up. The smile on the other man's face told him he wasn't sorry. He ignored the shiver that passed through him along with the way Charleston's deep baritone voice vibrated down his spine.

"It's okay," James said, brushing off his bum then looking up at the other man. This was one of the things he disliked about his new body He was shorter than pretty much everyone except for Harry. They were about the same height. "You didn't hurt me," he had a natural drawl the American's called a southern twang.

"That's good," Charleston nodded and went to step around him.

"I haven't been able to introduce myself properly, I'm Charleston," he said holding out his hand.

"Maxum," James said, taking the hand shaking quickly releasing it. "But I like Max better."

"Are you enjoying your stay here at Riddle Manor? I know we've been quite busy, but we are preparing for the ball, the Lord's want to have…"

"I am," James answered. "Um… but I was wondering if you could help me out?" James asked.

"Sure, if I can. But I'm in a bit a hurry. Damian will have my arse if I'm late for this meeting." Charleston smiled.

James was tempted to lean to the side and look to see just how pert Charleston's ass really was. He was trying not to acknowledge his attraction to the taller, and muscular redhead it didn't help that every time the man smiled he had the cutest dimples in both his cheeks that James wanted to lick. James felt like a slut for his naughty thoughts, of having of Charleston bending over the nearest flat surface and fucking the life out of him. He had the body of a man that would have him begging and more.

"I was," he started clearing his throat, hoping he didn't sound like a fool. "I was wondering if I could speak with Dark Lord a…"

"I think he's meeting with his inner circle at the moment," Charleston said cutting off his question. James knew that was a lie, Voldemort's been away from the Manor for a day or so. "I'm sure when he's ready to see you he will find you."

"I understand that, but I was wondering if I could get his permission to leave the Manor, with Yule around the corner, I would love to get some shopping done." He looked up and saw a smile that made him look away once more.

God's why he is so fucking sexy? His dark red hair, his beautiful green-brown eyes. James recognized that Charleston looked like him from his younger days. However, there were some significant differences. The sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks and his dazzling smile. He didn't have to guess why Charleston looked like him. Something happened that caused him and the rest of his brothers to take a blood adoption potion. If James were alive, Charleston would be his son. But he wasn't James Potter anymore, not in blood, only in memory and felt nothing but attraction towards the sexy as fuck man standing in front of him.

How jarring to have the memory of my old life and feeling attracted to someone that could be my son?

The only reason he came back was to be with his family, and as much as he wanted to ignore his attraction to the man in front of him, he couldn't deviate from that plan he was also still trying to find out who Severus was seeing. He saw the love bites on his husband's neck the first night they were at dinner. Severus was never one to show public display of attention. But he needed to come between the man who had his husband's affections.

"I wish I could help you out with that," Charleston said, causing James to look at him again. "Narcissa would be the perfect person to help, but she's quite busy on a delicate cause for the Dark Lord," then his eyes widened. "Draco."

"Huh?" Was all James could say.


Instantly, a house-elf appeared in front of them. "What can I do for, young master?"

"Can you bring Draco Malfoy to me, please?"

"As you wish," she said and disappeared.

"You really don't have to go through all the trouble," James started.

"No, it's nothing," Charleston said to him. "It's the least we can do."

"But what if Draco is busy?" James asked a bit worried. He was going to be with the Draco Malfoy, and he remembered how snobbish the elder Malfoy was in school and his son could be just as bad.

"Trust me, if it's one thing I know about, Draco other than his love for my brother is shopping."

His brother? What the hell?

Just as Charleston finished his words, the elf came back with not only Draco but another person who James didn't recognize and almost fell to the ground when he heard the name.

"Remy," Charleston said. "I wasn't expecting you."

Remus! This is Remus, my best friend. He looks so different and what the hell is he doing here?

Remus chuckled, "I know. Dray and I were finishing up tea when Rosemary popped in, and I decided to tag along. So what can we do for you?"

"I know you haven't met our guest staying at the Manor," Charleston said stepping aside. "Remus and Draco, this is Mr. Maxum Steele. He's a guest of the Dark Lord, and it seems he needs to go shopping..."

"And you thought of me?" Draco asked. "Was that before or after you realized, Mother's too busy."

James waited for Charleston to be offended by Draco's tone, but he smiled.

"You got me, Dray…" He said just as he heard a door slam. "Shit, I better go. He doesn't sound as if he's in a good mood."

"You're in so much trouble," Remus said, laughing at Charleston's expense.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I'm not sure why you're not in this meeting as well."

"Cause I'm special," Remus said with a smile James have never seen before. "Let him know I want to have dinner with him before he returns to school. He's been avoiding me for some reason, and I want to know why."

"Will do," Charleston said before turning to James. "I leave you in their capable hands," he nodded, then ran down the hall.

"Now," Remus said, getting James attention. "What's your objective?"

James wasn't sure what Remus was asking. When they were in school, he used to be able to read his friend, but the man standing in front of him was a complete stranger. From the beautiful tweed jacket, he was wearing to the length of his hair. Again, he was so confused and felt as if he'd stepped into an alternate world. Harry, Remus, and the Weasley's are a part of Voldemort's group. Has the world gone mad? "Ah," James said. "I'm not sure I get your meaning."

"Papa, honestly, I think you're confusing the man."

Papa! The fuck? What the hell did I miss since I've been dead? I'm convinced they sent me back to an alternate world. When did Remy become his Papa?

"I think he means where would you like to start with your shopping?" Draco said with a smile that could charm the slickest snake into shedding its skin.

"I stand corrected, Dray," Remus said, looking at Draco then back to James. "Come on; we can talk while we shop. I need to pick out something for Luc, anyway."

"Don't you mean you need to pick out something to make him forgive you once he realizes you're gone?" Draco asked in jest.

"That too," Remus snicker. "That man he's very…"

"Please, for the love of Merlin, do not finish that sentence. I do not want to have nightmares thinking about what Father can or cannot do."

" poor baby boy, if only you knew the things I've gotten your father to agree to simply by…"

"Holy Hades, on fucking stick's you're trying to make me sick, aren't you?" Draco said stopping him again.

James watched and listened as they started walking away from him. This was definitely not the Remus he knew growing up. This Remus was scandalous and downright naughty.

"Come along, Mr. Steele," Draco said, turning to him when they realized James wasn't following them.

"Um... yes," was all he could say. This was going to be strange, very strange.


Luna groaned when Neville's cock softened and slipped from her folds. He fell to the bed beside her as he tried to catch his breath. She watched as Seamus leaned down and kissed Neville pulling a long and needy moan from him. Her boys were beautiful together. She loved watching them, and it turned her on even though she just experienced an incredible orgasm. They knew how to give her a private show. She was about to slip her fingers between her legs, and her breath hitched when she felt meaty fingers slip between the wet folds of her lips. Her legs widened, and her hands reached up and grabbed the headboard. She closed her eyes as her lover's warm wet lips latched onto her erect pink nubs sucking on them. Her men knew how to make her body move to their beat, taking her to new heights each time they made-love.

They made love to her body once more pulling moans and whimpers from her lips. She pleaded for them to fuck her, but they denied her begging and continued to torture her body with pleasure until she came again with their sensual touch. Her body felt like a puddle of goo against the bed. Soft kisses peppered her face as she began to drift off to sleep thinking about how much she was going to miss this feeling. Miss being protected and comforted between the men she loved and who loved her back.

The next morning Luna woke up to gentle fingers lightly trailing against her stomach. She opened her eyes to see both her men staring down at her with smiles on their faces.

"Good morning, my loves," she greeted touching both their cheeks.

Neville leaned in and kissed her on the neck while Seamus kissed her on the lips.

"How did you sleep?" Neville asked her.

"Wonderfully," she purred and stretched like a cat before she froze and covered her mouth. As if realizing what was going on, both Neville and Seamus moved back as she made a mad dash to the bathroom emptying her stomach. She felt her hair being pulled back as one hand rubbed her back in soothing, circular motion. She was grateful for them and they were attentive to her needs.

"I think you need to see the doctor," Neville whispered. She heard the worry in his voice.

"This has been going on long enough," Seamus added as he rubbed her back.

She wanted to tell them it was going to be okay and that the problem would last a little longer. Luna already knew what the problem was. But she just needed to wait one more day before she revealed her secret.

"I'm okay," she told them raising her head from the toilet and flushing it. She was helped over to the sink where she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She didn't think she was going to throw up again.

"I don't believe that you are," Seamus said as they stared at each other in the bathroom mirror and she saw the worry in his eyes. "This is the third morning you've been sick, love."

She turned to him and touched his cheek lovingly and smiled when he turned and kissed the palm of her hand. "I'm fine, I promise."

She felt soft kisses on her neck and shoulder as strong hands circled her waist rubbing her stomach. "We're just worried about you," Neville soft, raspy voice whispered in her ear.

"You are our center, Luna," Seamus told her and leaned in to kiss her.

"And you are both my world, which is why I am giving you both a gift that is part of all of us." She couldn't keep this up. It was better if she told them now. She didn't want them to keep worrying about her.

"What do you mean?" Neville asked.

Seamus raised his head, looking in her eyes.

She took Seamus's hand and placed it on top of Neville's and then rest hers on top of them both. "I won't be going back to Hogwarts with you two."

"Why? What are you talking about?" Neville asked.

"The safest place for me and the pups will be at the Manor where I will be protected by the Dark Lord."

They did not say anything. Luna was wondering if she did the right thing by telling them now.

"The pups?" Neville gasped.

"You said pups, right? I didn't hear you wrong?" Seamus asked, searching her face for the truth.

She looked back at Neville and then at Seamus and nodded her head. "The reason I've been getting sick because," she said then took a deep breath before blurting out the words she'd been holding back for weeks. "I'm pregnant."

"Holy Morgana, I'm going to be a dad!" Seamus yelled.

"Hey, me too!" Neville added.

"We're going to be father's, Nev!" They said together, then looked at Luna, who had tears running down her cheeks. Seamus kissed her and Neville went to his knees and kissed her stomach. She heard the words thank you. She basked in their love for her and knew that everything was going to be alright, even if she can't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong. She was able to see the future but only in parts, and the future Luna kept seeing she prayed was wrong and would never come true.


Harry walked out of the dining room, heading back to his office. He was looking over documents William had given him in their earlier meeting. They were a list of the students who would be attending the new werewolf school. He also needed to talk to Remus, but since returning, he'd been avoiding his godfather. He didn't want to have to tell Remus about Severus being his father. He didn't want to say the words out loud or acknowledge it. He felt as if saying them was a betrayal to Remus.

He sighed, pulling his thoughts back to other important matters. They still hadn't come up with a name for the school, but other than that things were progressing rather quickly. Harry hoped that they would be able to get started after the holidays. The pups were eager to get started and so where the pack members. He'd met with the parents and laid out what he wanted to do. The students will be able to go home each day to their families while the dorm rooms were being built. Harry couldn't believe what an idiot Fenrir was to not know about the gems he had in the pack. There were teachers, nurses, doctors, lawyers, and a few other professions that Harry planned on using. He was about to speak with the one person who could help him with the next part of his plan, but he was regretting it already.

Werewolf magic was different from an average witch or wizard. When he was blessed with the werewolf gene, he was able to retain both magics which balanced him out and stopped accidental magic from happening. Werewolves are connected to the earth and the moon which was where they get their unique strength from. Although their magic is different, there was one thing that they have in common, and that was potions. Werewolves use potions for the same reasons as a witch or wizard. Even with advanced healing they still experience pain. Harry needed to speak with Severus and ask him for his help in instructing the professors on more updated potions and help build a curriculum. Severus was another person he was trying to avoid. Harry wished he didn't have to be in the man's presence.

Harry looked up as he walked into the library after deciding to stop in and hoped that Severus arrived early for their meeting. It was his favorite place to be other than the potion lab. Besides, the sooner they met, the less Harry had to be in his presence. Expecting to see Severus when he saw Maxum Steele was sitting in one of the chairs reading a book. Harry's wolf growled at seeing the man lounging in the chair. There was something about the man that angered his wolf simply from a small whiff of his scent. Harry also didn't like the way he touched Tom the first night he came to the Manor. He was about to turn and leave going to his office when he remembered that this was his home and he didn't and wouldn't hide from anyone.

"Mr. Steele," Harry said, getting the other man's attention.

"H…" He stalled and cleared his throat.

Harry didn't miss the mistake and wondered what the man was about to say to him. "Who are you?" Harry demanded.

"I'm not sure what you're asking Lord Damian."

Harry knew the man was lying to him. He felt it deep in his bones. "Cut the Lord Damian shit. Do you take me for a fool? You were about to call me something else, and you realized your mistake. Now, tell me who the fuck are you? And who sent you?" Harry had his wand ready to strike just in case the man felt the urge to do something stupid.

"I apologize, Lord Damian," Steele said to him getting up from the couch. "I don't mean to cause suspicion. It seemed we got off on the wrong foot. You remind me of a friend I once knew, and at a quick glance, I was about to call you by his name. I meant no disrespect."

Harry stared at the other man for a few seconds too long. He couldn't prove it, not yet, but there was more than meets the eye when it came to Maxum Steele. There was a familiarity to the man that Harry couldn't shake, and he hated it. Hated when his gut was telling him not to trust the man standing in front of him. But he was being tactical and telling him to wait until the man does something stupid.

"Let this be your warning Mr. Steele. If I find out you're working for that old bastard and you're here to spy on us." Harry stepped closer to the other man so that his words were not misunderstood. "I will not hesitate to kill you."

If Steele was going to say anything else his words were continued silenced by Severus showing up.

"Lord Damian, you wish to see me?"

Harry turned, and Severus was standing at the entrance of the door looking directly at him. Harry had the feeling that Severus heard everything and was waiting for the opportunity to strike. Severus never called him Lord that was his first guess that the man heard their conversation. His eyes shifted to Harry in the question 'of are you okay?' He almost rolled his eyes. If he was trying to protect me, he's years too late for that.

"Our Lord might have given you permission to wander around as a guest to the Manor, but do not step over the line, Mr. Steele. Please, remember my warning. If I get blood on the Persian rug, neither Narcissa nor Draco would forgive me. Be appreciative of them that you're still alive."

Harry walked off, and Severus stepped out of his way, then caught up with him. They were down the hall closer to his office. "I don't need your protection," he told Severus.

"It's my job as your father to protect you," Severus answered. "And I came as per your request and happened in on the conversation."

Harry stopped and turned to look at his father. "Are you planning on telling Charlie?" Severus looked away from him not answering. Harry stared at him and wondered what happened to the man who would cut him down for being so insolent. "I don't want things to change between us," he told him. "I want to continue hating you the same way you hated me for being James Potter's son. Keep ignoring me and give me detention when you feel like it. Stop seeing me as the child you wanted and see me as the man you've always hated."

Severus looked at him with horror registered all over his face. "I can't do that."

"Why not?" Harry snapped. "Why did your feelings change so quickly? You hated me for six bloody years, and now you're telling me you care about me because I'm your son?"

"Yes!" Severus yelled. "Is it so hard to believe?" He ran a shaky hand through his long black hair. His ink black eyes filled with sorrow.

"You don't get to do that!" Harry shouted. "You don't get to change your mind, or think that we will suddenly be father and son because of one thing."

"Harry, please, let's just talk about it," Severus said as he reached out to touch him, and Harry stepped back.

"No, don't touch me, don't ever touch me!" Harry's voice cracked as he stepped back avoiding Severus' hands. "You don't get to come into my life as if the last six years was all a blur. At the times when I could've needed you; you turned your back on me. Do you know what I went through growing up with the Dursley's? Years of fucking abuse mentally, emotionally, and physically all because of their hate for magic. And I took great pleasure in killing them. I begged and pleaded with Dumbledore to not let me go back there year after. But he turned a blind eye to my pleas. And you know what hurts more now that I think about it. You saw the way they treated me. You saw it all, and yet you mocked and humiliate me. You scorned me at every chance you got. And now; now you want me to forgive you as if those things never happened?" Harry watched as tears streamed down Severus' face. He wanted to feel pity that he caused the hurt Severus must be going through. But all he felt was pure rage that he had a father alive who could have rescued him. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you, Severus much less call you Father. Just please stay away from me."

Harry turned away, holding back his tears. He wanted to see Severus for a different reason, yet his personal problems got in the way of business. Forgiving Severus was at the bottom of his long list of things to forgive. He dashed away the tears that escaped as he walked to the bedroom he shared with Tom. He wasn't going to cry, at least that's what he told himself. He opened the bedroom door and sagged against it. His tears fell freely, and he didn't try to stop it. He wished Tom or Luna was there to help him talk through his problem.


James dropped his chin to his chest. He'd followed Severus and Harry and heard their conversation. He'd never imagined that their relationship was as broken as it was and seem to be beyond repair. He had to find a way to fix it. It angered James to see his husband and son so at odds with each other. He was given the opportunity to correct the mistakes of the past, and that's what he intended to do. He needed to get a better footing with Harry. The kid was strong in will and was well respected by everyone in the Manor. The way Harry spoke to James in the library a few minutes earlier made him realize his son was jaded and did not trust easily. But will protect those he cared about. He looked back at Severus when he heard the sigh that came from him. Severus was hurting just as much as Harry. Both men lost in their hate and anger for each other.

James watched Severus straighten his shoulders and his robes dusting off invisible lint off his arms and legs. He raised his head, turning in the opposite direction to the floo room and left. James would have followed him, but he wanted to give Severus and himself some time to come up with a better plan. He also found out who Severus was seeing, and it added more conflict with what he wanted to do. Could he break up Severus and Charlie so easily and not feel any guilt for what he'd done?

Things were more turbulent than he initially thought. He needed to fix it, and he's the only one that can. First, he needed to get rid of the man who was the cause of all of it. Dumbledore. The man who ruined his family. It was the perfect time that he used the power that he had to get rid of the stain on his family. James turned around and went back to the library. It was time to get to work.


Arthur sat at the table, taking in the atmosphere. It was a beautiful day, and he wanted to enjoy it. He didn't have many days left and wanted to cherish these times. Yule was right around the corner, and Arthur had the feeling he would not live to see the New Year. His hand shook as he reached for his cup of tea. He clenched it into a fist and held back the wince that threatened to escape.

"I can help you with that."

Arthur gasped when he heard a sweet voice whispered in his ear.

He looked up, and his breath was completely stolen from him as he stared up into the face of the beauty who he knew would one day be his death. He stared at her and realized that there was something different about her. Her hair was straight not curly and a different color that fit her perfect gray eyes in Arthur's opinion. Silver hair mixed with jet black highlights that hung over one of her shoulders caressing her ample bosom. The black peekaboo top of her corset drew Arthur's eyes to the slight piece of creamy flesh enticing his imagination. He remembered how in lust he was with Bellatrix Black in his younger days and was crushed when she announced her betrothal to Rudulphus LeStrange.

After she graduated from Hogwarts Arthur was finally able to move on and later marry Molly. But he never forgot his first crush. He never stopped longing for her to recognize him. Maybe Molly was right, and he was weak. Too weak for a woman like Bellatrix who could have any man she wanted with her exotic beauty. He looked away from her unable to stare at her anymore. Ashamed at the man he'd become after being with a woman who used and shamed him before ultimately poisoning him.

"Do not look away from me, handsome," Bella said, sitting down without him asking her to join him.

"What do you want, Bella?" He asked, turning back to look at her, his voice at a whisper strained from nights of coughing up blood. He knew she was lying to him. He was far from handsome. He looked older than his actual age and balding, with a pouch in the middle. He'd tried taking potions to help improve his appearance. But the aggression and the poisoned potion his system rejected them also speeding up death.

"You," she said simply.

Arthur would have fallen for such a simple answer, but he knew she wanted more than just him. Why would her master send her after him? He was not worth anything. Any riches or titles he once had was stripped of his family name and squandered away eons ago. Arthur went to ask her a question, but the server came over and asked if she wanted anything. "She will have an English breakfast with honey," Arthur said the words before he could stop himself. The server nodded and left.

"You know the kind of tea I like, what other things will you surprise me with, Arthur Weasley?"

"I know more about you, or at least I thought I did before you graduated from Hogwarts, and continued your life of crime," Arthur told her. They stared at each other for a few minutes until he spoke again.

"You sound positively jealous," she told him with a smile that could melt butter.

"Maybe I am. I admire that you did what you wanted regardless of what others might think." That was something he'd never admitted to anyone. But he was dying there wasn't any reason to keep things to himself. "Your beauty has remained timeless, Bella." She looked away, but not before he saw the blush on her cheeks. "Tell me, why is it the Aurors are not flooding the cafe to arrest you?"

"My master is very powerful and created a spell to shield me," she answered taking a sip of her tea.

"Then how is it I can see you?"

"Again, powerful master," Bella smiled. "To others in the cafe, I'm just a beautiful woman sitting in front of you simply having a delightful conversation."

"And what does your master want with me?" Arthur asked. "I'm not powerful, nor do I have any sway with anyone influential. I've resigned from my post at the Ministry. So again, what does he want from me?"

Bella smiled and sipped her tea again looking at him. "It is not my master that wants you. It's his associate."

Arthur noticed the way her lips curled at the mention of a He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named associate. "Trouble in paradise?" Arthur asked, quirking a brow. It wasn't a secret that Bellatrix was madly in love with Voldemort. Arthur would have questioned her sanity, but he was still infatuated with her, so he said nothing.

"I would rather not speak on that," Bella told him. "Tell me what else you know about me."

"Tell me what you want first," he stated firmly.

She stared at him again, her eyes roaming over his face as if searching for something specific.

"Are you here to recruit me for your master's associate?"

She stood and fixed her dress, Arthur couldn't take his eyes off her. Bella looked at him and smiled. "We will speak again, Arthur." Then she sashayed out of the cafe with every man including the bonded ones following her with their eyes. Arthur shifted in his chair relieving some of the pressure from his erection he'd had the entire time she spoke to him.

That was a very strange meeting.


Tom returned to the Manor a day later than he wanted to. He'd traveled to France then off to Germany. He had to make a final stop putting his personal touch on the surprise he had for Harry. He was tired and missed his lover. He wanted to be balls deep in his man the second he saw him. Since having Harry in his life, Tom was experiencing a different type of emotion that he'd never felt before. He was jealous that he had to share Harry with everyone in the Manor and possibly the world. Tom didn't like that Fenrir wanted to be Harry's protector. It wasn't that he didn't trust Fenrir, but Tom hated that someone wanted to take the job he considered was his. He should be the one to protect Harry, not a broken-down wolf who was trying to ease his guilt for being a shitty Alpha. Tom hasn't voiced his concern as of yet.

The minute he walked in the bedroom, he shared with Harry he knew something was wrong. He walked into the bedroom and saw his lover fully dressed, sleeping on the bed curled in the fetal positioned. Tom took off his outer robes throwing on the nearest chair. He waved his hand, discarding the rest of his clothes as he walked to the bed. He stood there for a bit, staring at his lover, his brows creased together noticing dried streaks of tears staining his cheeks. Anger builds inside of him, and he wondered who dare hurt his mate and lover. Since their coupling, they've learned to guard their mental link from each other only using it when necessary. The last time he spoke to Harry everything was fine. But yet, there's evidence that someone hurt him.

Waving his hand, Harry's clothes disappeared from his body. Tom got on the bed hoping not to wake his mate when the bed dipped. He wanted this chance to hold Harry in his arms, just for a bit. He wanted to soothe and comfort Harry even while he slept. Harry's breath hitched, and Tom stilled his movements waiting for him to open his eyes. When nothing happened, he continued to lay down beside Harry and gently pulled him into his arms. He closed his eyes and kissed Harry on the crown on his head. Tom took a deep breath, and Harry's earthy scent hit his nose, reminding him that he was home. Harry was his home. Harry's face nuzzled into his neck, and Tom heard the whispered words of his name along with a contented sigh.

Tom never knew what love was or the feeling of such emotion and couldn't stop wondering if that was what he was feeling with Harry. He was a loveless child born from potions of fabricated love. It was a slap in the face when he finally realized what he felt for Harry was more than he could describe in words. For years, he'd had lovers in his bed and never once had he felt the emotion for them in the same regard that he felt for the man in his arms. He felt complete and whole as if the parts they were missing from him before was now there because Harry came into his life. Thinking he realized he was obsessed Harry before.

He wanted him, and there was a deep need inside of Tom that wanted to possess Harry so no one else could have him. He realized long ago that he was given a second chance, to experience the emotions of love. But first, he needed to understand and recognize it. One of Tom's hands slid from Harry's back down to the swell of his ass. He cupped and squeezed it. The need to be inside of his mate pulled at him. He'd only been gone for two days, but it felt like years. He opened his eyes when Harry raised his head. Tom reached up and placed his hand on Harry's cheek, wiping away the fresh tear from his eye with his thumb.

"What happened?" He asked.

Harry touched the hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Take away the pain, Tom. Make me remember that you are the only one I need."

"Anything," Tom told him as he leaned up and kissed him. He slowly leaned back, taking Harry with him.

"Make me forget everyone else exist, Tom. Please don't deny me of this one request."

Tom pulled back and stared into Harry's face seeing nothing but hurt in his eyes. He wanted to ask questions, but knew now was not the time. Harry needed him, and he wasn't going to deny him anything.

"I told you that once, I would never deny you anything."

Harry sighed, then closed his eyes and tilted his head and Tom leaned in closing the short distance pulling him into a kiss that made him burn with pure need for his lover. Gently Harry pushed Tom to his back and climbs on top of him. Their lips didn't separate. Tom's fingers trailed lightly down Harry's back and down to his arse grabbing the meaty flesh. He loved the way Harry's body felt. He moaned the second their cocks brushed against each other.

"Need you inside of me," Harry whispered against his lips. "Need you… need you so fucking bad."

Tom didn't say anything, wandlessly summoned the oil, and with the experience, he caught the jar before it could reach the bed. Setting it down, Tom scooped up a large amount oil on his fingers, he separated Harry's butt cheeks rubbing his finger against his lover's hole. Harry gasped, and Tom smiled, loving the reaction. His little wolf wanted him just as much he wanted Harry. He inserted two of his fingers and Harry shuddered and moaned.

"Need more…" He chanted as Tom inserted another finger scissoring his hole stretching him. Harry fucked himself on Tom's finger as his pretty lips begged for his cock. Tom slowly pulled out his fingers and gripped his cock rubbing more of the oil on it before rolling Harry onto his back. Grabbing Harry's legs, placing them on his shoulders he positioned his cock and slowly entered Harry. He threw his head back and grunted, feeling Harry's heat suck him in. His fingers gripped onto his lover's hips as he sunk deeper into him.

"Fe… feel so good," he stuttered his words them moaned when his lover tightened his walls around his cock. Harry had the power to render him speechless.

He fucked his little wolf with vigor. The pleasurable sounds of their lovemaking ringing in his ear. Harry's begging was pushing him over the edge of no return. He couldn't hold back his orgasm, and he didn't want to. The only thing on his mind was feeling his lover inside burn for him and making Harry feel him. Tom came with a loud and long groan. His hips stuttered in it the rhythm it had perfected. Harry came not long after yelling his name. Harry's legs fell to the side, giving Tom the opportunity to fall on top of his lover catching his breath. Harry's arms wrapped around him. Their lips were seeking each other out, pulling them into a kiss. His cock was still hard, and he wanted more of his lover, and it seemed Harry felt the same way. They were hungry and needy for one another just the way Tom liked it.


Harry's fingertips trailed circles on Tom's shoulder. They were in bed, basking in their afterglow of making love twice. Tom's head was nestled in the crux of Harry's neck.

"Are you going to tell me what got you upset?" Tom asked breaking the silence between them

"Do I have to?" Harry asked.

"It might make you feel better," Tom told him.

Harry sighed, "I had a conversation with, Snape."

"What happened?" Tom asked, pulling him closer to him if it was even possible.

"I'm not dealing with the whole he's my father thing very well. I thought I could ignore the problem between us. But…"

"But?" Tom asked, lifting his head to look at Harry.

"Every time I see him I want to curse him for abandoning me." Tom leaned down and kissed Harry quickly pulling back looking at him. Harry moved a strand of Tom's black hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. His lover seemed as if he had something to say that Harry wasn't going to like. "What? You seem as if you have something to say."

"I do," Tom admitted. "You know how much I care about you?" Harry nodded. "And I promised that I will always be honest with you?"

"I do," Harry answered.

"I think you need to give Severus a chance."

"Why should I?" Harry asked he was about to get up, but Tom held onto him.

"Because he was also abandoned just the same way you were. He's hurting just as much as you were."

"No, he wasn't," Harry snapped and pulled out of Tom's arms this time the older man let him go. Harry walked into the closet and came back with a fresh set of clothes in his hands.

"Yes, he was, Harry. You're just so angry that you're not listening to what I'm trying to say."

"He wasn't abandoned, Tom, no matter how you try to spin it. Was he left on the doorsteps of people that hated him? Treated him as a slave, starved him, abused him, scorned him just because he was different from them?" Harry realized that his tone was getting louder the more he said.

"Try to see things from his point, Harry."

"So now I'm supposed to forgive him because we something tying us together?" Harry asked anger building in his voice.

"Yes, the same way you've forgiven, Fenrir!" Tom yelled.

"What the fuck does, Fenrir has to do with Severus!" Harry shouted back.

"You're so willing to forgive that wolf and won't even think about what it's doing to me. How many times have you gone to see him since I've been gone?"

Harry didn't take the time to think about the answer. He'd gone to see Fenrir a couple of times to talk with the other wolf on those dealing with the pack. Harry might have disagreed with Fenrir on a few things. But the fact remains he was the Alpha at one point. "Again, I'm trying to understand what the fuck does me seeing Fenrir have to do with Severus or you for that matter. What I do regarding that wolf is none of your business. Its pack business and nothing else. Fenrir is pack and has been nothing but helpful to me since I took over the pack. And if you lay a hand on him, without my permission you will have to deal with me."

"And what if I chose to kill him, would you stop me?" Tom snapped.

"Would you stop me if I try to kill, Severus?" Harry challenged back.

"Don't test me, Harry," Tom shot back.

"I don't understand why you suddenly hate someone who was once loyal to you," Harry said to him.

Tom didn't respond they stared at each other, both unwilling to see the reason for their anger towards each other. Neither understanding why or how the atmosphere changed when only a few minutes earlier they'd made love.

"Look," Tom said, getting off the bed and stood in front of Harry resting his hands on his shoulders. "Just think about it. You didn't bat an eye when Fenrir offered to be your protector and shield. In fact, you welcomed it." The venom in Tom's tone surprised him. "But Severus just like you had a rough life. It's not for me to tell you what he went through growing up. But he knows the pain you experienced at the hands of your relatives…"

"Then why did he ignore my cry for help?" Harry yelled cutting his lover off. He ignored the part about Fenrir, still not understanding where it was coming from. "He didn't and wouldn't have cared about me if he didn't find out by divine intervention that he was my father. Blood doesn't change things that easily.

"Oh, grow the fuck up, Harry! Not everything has to go your way. Be a fucking adult and accept things…"

"Fuck you!" Harry stepped out of Tom's arms waved his hands and the clothes sitting on the bed was on his body. He walked to the door and opened it, then stopped. "I thought you of all people would understand how I feel. Considering you killed your damn father." He walked out, letting the door slam shut. He needed to get the hell out of the Manor and away from Tom. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he needed to think.


Lucius walked into his Lord's library knowing that his lover would be there waiting for him. He stopped when he heard laughter that distinctly sounded like Remus mixed with another unrecognized laughter. Lucius didn't expect to fall in love at his age. He and Narcissa fulfilled their duty by having an heir.

They were never in love with each but were the best of friends. Their parents tied them to a marriage that wasn't built on passion and romance. Nothing like what he had with Remus. A smile crossed his lips just thinking about him. Remus filled his life with laughter and at times brought him down to reality whenever he got on his high horse. The night they had their first dance Lucius didn't want to let him go. He enjoyed the enlightening conversation they were having and didn't want it to stop. He did everything he could that night to keep Remus by his side. He felt nervous and unsure of himself for the first time in his life.

"Are you planning on going in there or stand out here and spy on them?"

Lucius turned around and saw Harry Potter standing behind him and staring at him waiting for an answer. "I wasn't spying?" He said in defense.

"Sure, you weren't," Potter said with a cheeky smile that knew very well that Lucius wasn't telling the truth.

Lucius stared at the other man and still couldn't wrap his head around the fact they were related. The fates were truly messing with him. He'd yet found a way to relate to Potter on a familial level. He respected the other man for his strength, and he was a good leader from what Lucius saw over the course of the last couple of months. His lord smiled and did things he'd never done since Potter entered his life.

"So I guess he told you?" Harry asked.

"Told me what? Who are we talking about exactly?"

Just as Potter was about to answer the Dark Lord walked up and stood behind the younger man.

"Lucius, can I have a word with my consort in private?"

"No, Lucius, you stay I'll go," Potter said then turned to his Lord. "I'm still not in the mood to talk to you."

He walked into the library, leaving Lucius and Tom alone. The Dark Lord looked angry, and Lucius thanked all the heavens he was not the cause of it. A lover spat, maybe? That can't be good they've never argued before. Lucius was under the assumption if Potter and Lord Voldemort argued the entire Manor would crumble. Both men were volatile and had a temper even Hades would be jealous of.

"He's so bloody stubborn and pigheaded. He's acting like a bloody child."

"My Lord," the Dark Lord looked at him, remembering that he was standing there. "I'm not sure what happened between you and Potter. But please, tell me you didn't call him a child?"

"Of course, I did. He was acting like one. I promised I would never lie to him."

"Oh, bloody hell," Lucius groaned pinching the bridge of his nose. "Even I know not to say something like that."

"Well, he was acting like one," the Dark Lord defended as he started pacing the hallway.

This was not the appropriate place for them to talk. His need to see Remus will have to be set aside until he calmed the Dark Lord down. He stopped him mid pace. "Care for a drink, my Lord. You can vent your relationship troubles to someone who has put his foot in his mouth many times."

The Dark Lord stared at him for a second then nodded. "Might as well."


"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"

Harry looked up and saw Remus staring at him. They were alone in the library Maxum Steele had left them alone, apparently.

"Men are stupid," Harry said, folding his arms over his chest.

"Excuse me," Remus said, raising an eyebrow. "Did you create and drank a permanent sex change potion without telling me?"

Harry threw his head back and burst into laughter. Leave it to Remus to pull him out of a funk. "No, it's nothing like that."

"Okay, tell me what's going on?"

Harry sobered again and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling on the ends lightly in frustration. "I found out some things a few days earlier and, I'm not dealing with it well. And Tom and I got into an argument over it."

"What's wrong, are you sick?" Remus said in earnest. "Please, don't tell me you're pregnant. I can't be a grandfather yet; I'm too young."

Harry snickered, "far from it," he said. "Or I don't think I am. But even if I was that's not the problem."

"Then what is it?"

Harry sighed and looked at Remus. He'd been avoiding the other man for a reason. He had no plans on telling Remus about Severus being his father. "I don't want to tell you. It might hurt you, and that's something I never want to do."

Remus got up and walked over to chair Harry was sitting in and plopped down beside him, pulling him into a one arm hug. "Unless you stopped loving me, there's nothing you can say to hurt me. Now, talk to me."

Harry got up and started pacing the floor. He looked at Remus, and the only thing he could think was that he would never stop loving the man he saw as his father. "I can never stop loving you. You are like a father to me." Remus smiled, and Harry pulled on his courage. "I found out a couple of days ago, that…" he paused trying to find the words. This was harder to say to Remus than it was with Tom.

"What is it?" Remus asked, concern written all over his face.

"I found out Severus is my f...f... father," he stuttered the words.

"W... what?" Remus said in shock. "H... how can he b... I don't understand?"

"It's all Dumbledore's fault," Harry said with malice.

"Tell me!" Remus demanded.

"Okay, a couple of days ago, Severus asked me to stay after class. I thought it had something to do with Tom." He got up and walked over to one of the book cases and started at the titles not really paying attention. "He's been acting strange for the past couple of weeks, and I thought he and Charlie had a fight or something. The first thing he said to me was sorry." Harry turned and looked at Remus. "Can you believe that?" He asked, not waiting for an answer he continued talking. "Truth be told I almost cursed him." Harry chuckled, but it wasn't filled with mirth more anger and hurt. "I couldn't understand why he was apologizing. And to hear Severus Snape say he was sorry for something didn't sound right." He paused for a few seconds wishing he drank. "Maybe I should let you see it for yourself rather than tell you."

"No," Remus said. "I'd rather you tell me. It seems you need to talk it out more than anything else."

"Did you know about James and Severus, or even had an inclination that they were together?"

Remus was silent for a few minutes, and Harry thought he wasn't going to answer his question. "There was a short time in school when I thought they were coming to an understanding and maybe become friends. But their rivalry started over again. Not as it was before. But we all thought they hated each other and left it alone. So no, I had no idea that Severus and James were together."

Harry nodded and sat down in the chair closest to him. He slouched in the chair and continued his story, telling Remus about what he saw in the pensive. Lily and Dumbledore's plans and what they did to Severus and James breaking them apart. He choked up a few times, but didn't let his tears fall. He was tired of crying and talking about it. He told Remus how he wished he'd never found out that Severus was his father. They sat in silence after Harry told Remus everything, including why he and Tom are arguing.

"Tom's right, as much as I don't want to agree with him," Remus said shocking Harry. He went to respond when Remus stopped him by holding up a hand. "Harry, I love you, like a son, and other than Draco I doubt Lucius and I will have any children. You accepted Sirius and me even after finding out that we abandoned you. Also, from the sound of it, Tom sounds jealous of whatever it is that Fenrir promised to do for you."

"You didn't abandon me. It's the bloody laws that stopped you from adopting me. Added to the fact that Sirius was in Azkaban. And what the hell does Tom have to be jealous about? He has me to himself. I'm devoted to him and no one else."

Remus smiled. "God's you're oblivious sometimes. Does Tom know that you belong to him and no one else?"

"Of course, he does," Harry defended. "But we're getting off track."

Remus chuckled. "You're right. Back to the Severus matter. I get that you feel different about Sirius and me, but anyway you look at it, we still abandoned you. Do you know how many times I could have gone against Dumbledore and took you from the Dursley's? But I didn't. I could have taken you somewhere they wouldn't find us. But I didn't, and in my eyes that's abandonment. I left you in their hands and never once thought that they would have abused you."

"Remus," Harry sighed. "I forgave you for that a long time ago. Like I said there really wasn't anything you could have done. I'm sure Dumbledore had a hand in you not coming to get me."

Remus got up and walked over to him kneeling. He took Harry's hands in his. "Then, if you can forgive Sirius and me, why can't you forgive, Severus?"

"Why should I have to?" Harry asked in an even tone.

"Gods, I should have realized this before, but now it makes sense."


"You're both so much alike. Stubborn and not willing to bend to anyone else's will."

"Are you comparing me to Severus?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes," Remus answered.

Harry stared at his godfather and wanted to feel anger for what he just admitted but he couldn't. He couldn't argue with Remus. He would lose, that's for certain. The man had a way of making you agree with him without you even noticing.

"I'm nothing like him, Remy."

"Are you trying to convince yourself or me? Because where I'm sitting, you have the same characteristics as Severus. Don't discount his strength because he bows before your lover."

"I can't believe you're defending, Severus Snape."

Remus chuckled. "Severus and I might have our disagreements, but I respect him, Harry. He's intelligent and quite handsome when he's not wearing that glamor." Harry gasped. "Yes, I knew about the glamor. But beyond that, he's loyal and will protect those he cares about. And those are some of what I see in you. He's also in the same position you're in, Harry. Dumbledore played with his life just as he did with yours. He pitted father and son against each other. And if you continue hating Severus, Dumbledore wins. Don't let him win. He's the enemy, not the man that wants to be a father to you."

Harry looked away from Remus. He bit down on his bottom lip to hold back the tears that dared to fall. He hated feeling this way. Raw and emotionally drained. He just wanted everything between him and Severus to go back to the way it was. But it was, and he was going to have to deal with the aftermath. He and Severus were going to have to talk, the truce he's agreed on when they were in school was still in place. He couldn't be in the same room as Severus not even for a minute.

"Help me, Remus, help me so that I'm not angry every time I see him."

"I will do everything I can to help you, cub."

Remus got up and pulled Harry into his arms. He let his tears flow safely in Remus's fatherly embrace. They pulled back from each other and Harry smiled before sitting back in his chair.

"So, you really think he's jealous?"

Remus burst out in laughter, "Oh, boy is he jealous," he continued in hysterical laughter that brought a smile to Harry's lips.


Tom was sitting behind his desk while Lucius sat in the chair facing him. They were both working on their second glass of Firewhiskey.

"What did I say that was so wrong?" Tom asked. He was irritated by the way Harry reacted to his suggestion that he forgive Severus. And refuse to see reason.

Lucius cleared his throat, "My Lord-"

"Lucius, it's just us, Tom is perfectly fine."

"Well, Tom, I know that Harry is your first relationship." Lucius paused and looked at him as if he's about to say something that might get him cursed.

"Out with it, Lucius."

"Do you love him?"

Tom placed his glass on his desk and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. "I don't know what constitutes as love, Lucius. I am a child born of deception and fake admiration. But…" he leaned back in his chair. "But I know I will kill anyone who dares to hurt him or make him cry. I would burn the world down if asked it of me. He is worth more to me than my own life. I care deeply for him, Lucius. I get a sharp pain in my chest when he's not near me, and I breathe a sigh of relief whenever I see or hear his voice. I want to protect him as much as I want him to protect me. I want to win and defeat Dumbledore and hand the world to him as a present just to see him smile."

"Tom," Lucius said after a few moments of silence between them. "What you just described is love."

Tom stared at Lucius as if he's lost his marbles.

"The definition of love comes in different forms, that there is no real way of describing it." Lucius placed his glass down and stared directly at Tom. "It's just a feeling to some, but to others, it's more. You want him all the time; even when he makes you so angry, you want to scream. You want to protect him from doing something dangerous. You admire his strength. Your mind stutters when he walks into the room. You see no other but him. You want to touch and caress him every chance you get. You get jealous when he shows more interest or attention to someone else when it should be with you. You watch his every move; you know his likes and dislikes. You crave him more than life. You want to consume him as much as you want him to consume you. If you doubt yourself of how much you love him. Think of the gift you created for him."

Tom stopped breathing, listening to Lucius, everything he said was how he felt about Harry. The anger he felt towards Fenrir a man that he still considered, a friend but he was pulling Harry, away from him with knowledge on the pack. Severus was hurting just as much as Harry, but the only one he cared about was his little wolf. Tom just wanted Harry to let go of his anger and focus on him.

"Love also makes us do and say stupid things even when we know we should keep our mouths shut and listen."

Tom looked away from Lucius and out the window going over what his friend was trying to explain to him. Harry needed him to listen and now agreed with him. He needed me just to listen and be by his side, and I basically told him to get over his hurt feelings and stop acting like a child.

"Shit," he said out loud. "I really fucked up." He looked back at Lucius, who was staring at him. His friend nodded, not saying anything else. "So now that we know I fucked up royally, how do I fix it?"

"That is all up to you," Lucius answered him. "I cannot tell you how to make things work between you and Harry. I can only help you see where you went wrong."

Lucius paused again, and Tom could see that the blond was trying to assess how to say the next statement. "Go on," Tom prodded.

"He makes you happy. I see it, everyone sees it. Even Bella although she doesn't want to admit it. He's changed you and not for the worse; you're still an evil bastard." Lucius said with a smile. "But with him at your side, I can see how we will win this war and have our agenda be heard. You've always been cunning, with him at your side you've become more ruthless because you're not just fighting to be the Dark Lord of the wizarding world. You're fighting to be his Lord, so that he can see you and no one else. You seek his approval as much as he seeks yours. And it makes me admire you even more and want to see your goal accomplished. Everything you've been doing since the day in the restaurant has been for him. I watched your face when you saw him walk into the restaurant you wanted him from the beginning."

Tom remembered that day, the jealous feeling he got when others patrons were whispering about the handsome young man that walked into the restaurant. He wanted to kill anyone that looked at Harry or thought they could have him. "Tell me how to deal with jealousy," Tom said after a few minutes of silence.

"I'm afraid I can't help you with that," Lucius told him.

"Why not?"

"Because there are no rules on how to overcome jealousy when it comes to your lover."

"So all I have to do is kill him," Tom said it wasn't a question, and he wasn't looking for an answer.

"Who are you going to kill?" Lucius' voice squeaked just a bit, but Tom paid it no mind.

"Fenrir," Tom answered.

"Oh shit."


A couple of hours later, Lucius walked into the bedroom; he shared with Remus finding his lover reading in bed. He took a moment to admire his man. They'd only been together for a short time, but Lucius felt as if he knew everything about Remus.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me all night or join me?" Remus asked looking up at Lucius.

"Are you lonely?" Lucius quirked an eyebrow as he walked into the room, unbuttoning his shirt taking it off and throwing it to the floor beside the bed.

"Very," Remus answered going to his knees crawling over to Lucius.

Fuck, he's sexy and all mine.

The second Remus was in reach, Lucius grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Remus wrapped his arms around his neck. The sweet moans coming from Remus made Lucius cock hard. Remus separated from their kiss, breathing heavy. He went to his butt and started moving to the middle of the bed. Lucius watched as his mate pushed his sleep pants down to his thighs and wrapped his fingers around his hard cock.

"Do you want me, Daddy?"

Fuck, Remus knows what it does to me when he calls me that.

"Yes," he hissed.

Remus looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes that made Lucius want to burn the fucking world down just to keep it there.

"Then come fuck your boy."

Lucius didn't need to be told twice. He undid the fastening on his pant letting them fall to the floor pooling around his ankles. He stepped out his shoes and crawled on to the bed and between Remus' legs. He gripped Remus leg opening them wider tearing the silk material of his sleep pants in half. "Take your hand away from what's mine." He demanded. Immediately Remus removed his hand away from his cock. Remus' breath hitched when Lucius bent down and swallowed his cock in one go. He groaned at the first taste of his lover.

"Luc," Remus gasped pushing his hips up, his cock grazing the back of Lucius's throat.

Lucius bobbed his head up and down on Remus' cock hitting his chin. He knew when his lover was about to cum and pulled off his cock. He accioed the jar of oil and taking what he needed resting it down on the bed. Slowly, he inserted two fingers into Remus' tight entrance gliding it in and out watching the sweet play of pleasure cross his mates face. His lover moaned and opened his legs wider.

"Please, Luc, fuck me. I want to feel you stretching me with your cock and not your fingers."

"Fuck, you know how to get me to do what you want don't you." He removed his fingers getting more oil coating his cock then lining it up to Remus' entrance. Slowly he entered Remus, who grunted and pushed down sucking Lucius' cock deep inside of him. Once he bottomed out, he stopped giving them a few seconds to catch their breaths. Remus nodded for him to continue. Lucius wanted to take his time. But the need he felt for Remus did not allow him and also Remus didn't seem to want him to be gentle.

Their moans, groans, and grunts fill the room. He leaned forward connecting their lips together, Remus wrapped his leg around Lucius his digging hips, his heels digging into his butt cheeks pushing him deeper inside of him. Lucius couldn't hold it back nor could he warn his mate that he was cumming. He threw his head back and came yelling Remus' name. Seconds later he felt a sharp prick on the side of his neck. Remus bit down and started sucking on his blood solidified their mating bond as cum splashed between their bodies. Lucius' hips stuttered as they both came down from their orgasmic high. Remus' canines retracted they both fell to the bed, breathing heavily and Lucius cock softened. He sought out Remus' lips for a more intimate connection. The second their lips touched he tasted his blood. He should be turned off, but he was sated and knowing that he and his mate were together for life. Tasting his blood made him happy.


Harry walked into his bedroom and was about to go to the bathroom when Tom stepped out. He was wearing a black button down shirt with the first three buttons open showing off his masculine chest that Harry loved to kiss and lick. He cleared his throat and looked away not daring to think about the dark jeans that Tom was wearing that looked as if they were painted on him. He wore casual clothing when they were alone in the personal wing of the manor.

Fucking sexy arse, bastard.

Harry prayed Tom didn't hear that, but the chuckle he heard coming from the other man told him he did. Harry took a deep breath and walked over to where Tom was standing.

"Excuse me," he said, looking at his lover who seemed larger than life blocking the doorway to the bathroom.

"You think I'm sexy?"

Harry shivered at the deepness in Tom's and hoped he didn't notice. And again, his body gave him away. Large hands rested gently on his hips, pulling him close flushed against the other man's body. Harry stared into Tom's face and felt the rest of his resolve weakening. "I'm still mad at you," he whispered.

"I know," Tom answered, leaning close, brushing their lips together. "And you should be."

That shocked Harry. "Are you saying that because you don't want to sleep on the couch tonight?"

"No," Tom said with a chuckle. His hands slid down, grabbing Harry's butt cheeks. "After speaking with Lucius, he helped me realize something."

"Yeah, and what's that?" Harry asked, resting his hands-on Tom's powerful biceps.

"I think I've known it all along and never knew how to describe what I was feeling. It's also why I'm so jealous of Fenrir when I shouldn't be. You mean everything to me Harry and I just want to make you happy."

"I feel the same way about you. I might not say this where others can hear. But you are the only Lord I would follow to the ends of the earth. I'm not attracted to Fenrir, Tom. I seek his counsel on a few things. You're the only man I see or want."

"I…" Tom opened his lips and then stopped. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath, then opening them again. "Marry me."

"Um...I think that's already going to happen." Harry said confused.

"No, I mean tonight. I was trying to plan something for Yule, but I can't wait. I want-"

"Tonight? Are you serious?" Harry asked cutting him off.

"Harry, I love you, and I don't think I can wait any longer to make you mine completely."

Harry stared at Tom, wondering if the man realized what he just admitted.

"What do you say, do you want to get married tonight?"

"You love me?" Harry asked, uncertain if what he heard was just his imagination.

Tom smiled, "Yes, I'm very much in love with you, Harry."

Tears welled in his eyes clouding his vision, but he could make out Tom's smile. "I love you, too." He whispered and leaned in kissing his mate. The words he was afraid to utter because the world might end if he said them out loud. Loving and being loved was something new to him. But he acknowledged the feeling long ago. He pulled back, and Tom cupped his cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumb. "I'm still angry with you," Harry said through his tears and smiles.

"I'm sorry for what I said. Thinking back, I dealt with my father differently, and I expected you to get over how you are feeling and move on. And I realize it won't be so easy for you. I mean it, Harry, when I said I love you. So, if there's anything you need where Severus is concerned, I'm here."

"Thank you, that's all I need for right now. Remus gave me something to think about. He agreed with you by the way. But he said it differently making me see what you were trying to tell me." Tom breathed a sigh of relief and rested his forehead against his. "Were you serious about getting married, tonight?"

"Yes," Tom answered, raising his head. "I cannot wait to make you Harry James Slytherin," he said, stepping back lifting one of Harry's hands to his lips kissing the back of it.

"Then my answer is yes. But you know what this means?"

"I do, you will be mine forever. Are you ready to be mine, Harry?"

Harry licked his lips, watching ruby eyes gleamed with lust. "I'm already yours," he whispered stepping closer to him. "Now and forever." He connected the lips together, kissing Tom was showing him just how much he was his.


Dumbledore sat in his office when a chill ran through him. He couldn't explain it, but he knew something big was coming. He'd gotten the reports about Hermione and Ginny. There was nothing he could do about it. Ginny was in critical condition, and her prognosis was not good. If he knew Granger was so powerful, he would have taken better care to make her his. Granger was scheduled to be executed in a couple of hours. Dumbledore was trying to find Ron Weasley, who seemed to have disappeared.

I should have been more cautious where he was concerned. Can't believe such a little coward is my child.

Everything was crumbling around him. All his hard work and plans becoming dust slowly. He no longer had control of Harry somehow the boy was fighting the spells and potions he'd used over the years. He'd also noticed the change in Severus. Years ago, when he convinced Lily Evans to go through with her plan to break Severus and James apart, he had no idea that it would work out so well. Harry was their child, but the boy will never know. He made certain to erase Severus' memory of ever been in love with James Potter. Dumbledore knew their feud wasn't real. Maybe, in the beginning, it was, but once Potter and Severus realized their feelings for each other, it changed the balance of everything. Dumbledore purposely planted false memories into Severus' mind. His goal to keep them apart came true. He wanted his weapons beaten so that they would depend on him.

Dumbledore went as far as having the Prince family ignore Severus cry for help during and after the older Snape killed his wife. Little did he realize they didn't ignore him completely. Because they left Severus the entire Prince vaults and title. He'd convinced Severus to not accept the Prince name until after the war. But by then everything will be his. Dumbledore's goal was much like Tom Riddle. He wanted to be Emperor of not just the wizarding world but of both muggles and wizards. There was a prophecy written hundreds of years earlier. In his travels, Dumbledore found it and hid it never telling a soul. He expected Cassandra would have revealed what she knew about the prophecy, after all, it was her ancestors that saw the vision.

He smiled, maybe they lumped it in with Voldemort. There are some prophecies that cross connect.

He leaned back thinking about the prophecy he knew by heart. It was of two powerful elemental wizards who would be protectors of the world. One with the power of fire and the other of ice. They would have a child who would be more powerful than his parents. Given gifts, no ordinary wizard or witch wouldn't be able to have. He would be a leader among man and beast. Others would follow gaining their own power. The two lovers and their son would defeat the Dark Lord threatening the world.

I'm that Dark Lord! Not Tom Riddle! He was evil, yes but I'm the one that will have dominion over the world.

James and Severus were two powerful wizards who would have been able to oppose him if they were given a chance to remain together. He saw their power he knew they were the elemental wizards who could stop him. James was influential and Severus smart and cunning. They would be able to see through his plans and brought him down. Added they both had elemental magic. It was pure luck that James was pregnant with Severus' child. Dumbledore was ecstatic that Harry never gained either one of his Father's power. He'd kept the two wizards apart, kept them from stopping him from completing his goals. The block he placed on Severus will never be broken unless Dumbledore died. Out of both men, Severus was stronger and more powerful than James. But together they would have been unbeatable. Dumbledore wanted Severus and Harry to continue to hate each other to the point where one would want to kill the other. The magical ramification would bring him joy.

The prophecy that Harry would kill the Dark Lord was made up. He'd imperio, Trelawney. She was weak and easy to manipulate, and have her say or do anything he wanted. Only he knew what the real prophecy stated that a wizard born from fabricated love would one day understand the meaning when he finds his mate and would conquer not only love but the world. Dumbledore watched and waited for such a child to be born, and when Tom Riddle was before him, he found the pawn he needed turning the child's need for love into hate. He didn't count on Tom being as driven and more powerful than him. Tom's hate is what drove him, and he would never find love. If Tom and Harry were to fall in love everything he worked years to achieve would go up in flames. He sighed, leaning back against his chair, there was still time to see all of his plans happen. Tom and Harry hated each other and Dumbledore made certain of that. Once Harry kills Voldemort, he will make sure that he killed Severus as well. If Severus knew how powerful he was, it would be Dumbledore's downfall. With James dead, Severus and Harry would never know their full potential.


Harry paced the length of the room, his mind in shock that in just a few minutes he and Tom will be married. He wasn't backing out, but he was nervous as hell. He was getting married. After he'd agree Tom sent a message to his followers and the head members of his pack. Apparently, they knew of Tom's plan that he'd created a whole island in the middle of nowhere that's to be their home. Tom loved living at the Manor but wanted a place that belonged to him and Harry alone. It was shielded from all prying eyes, and only secret keepers were allowed to visit the island. He knew Tom was powerful, but to raise and create a whole island just for them. It sent tingles down Harry's spine that Tom wanted to show how much he loved him in such a way. He felt inadequate and wondered what he could do to. He even called Luna, Seamus, and Neville back from their trip.

He got up and examined himself in the mirror. His green, white, and silver robes looked great on him. He'd been surprised when he walked into the bedroom and saw the elegant robes hanging up. It seemed Narcissa was busy preparing for the event which was why he hadn't seen her around Riddle Manor. His robes were perfectly sized white slacks and shirt paired with a form fitting hunter green, white and silver snakes entwining together jacket. His hair was straightened with a part down the middle. He reached up and touched the silver chain crown with green and white diamonds framing his forehead making even his eyes sparkle.

A knock at the door pulled him out of his thought's he was waiting for Severus to show up with something he requested. God's I really hate asking him for anything after what I said to him. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. Severus gasped when he saw him and quickly masked it by coughing.

"I'm here as you requested."

"Thank you, please come in," Harry said, stepping aside to let the other man in. Severus walked inside, and Harry closed the door. He turned to face the other man.

"Is this what you wanted?" Severus said, holding up the potion he wanted.

"Yes," he said, reaching for it, but Severus snatched it hand his hand away. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"I don't think you should do this," Severus said. "I'm strongly against it."

"Your objection is noted." Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't think you have any say in what I do with my life. You're not…"

"Your father!" Severus yelled surprising Harry and suddenly the atmosphere in the changed, and he was getting hot. "Newsflash, I am your father, and I think what you're about to do is a big mistake."

"Which part? Marrying the man, I love or that I want to carry his child!" Harry shot back. His anger was rising, and so was the heat in the room. "This is a mistake I shouldn't have asked you for anything. I should have known you wouldn't want to help me."

"You're wrong, I would do anything for you, don't you see that? You're my child!"

"Then why! Why did you leave me!"

"Because I hated myself! I hated that I doubted your father's love for me, I hated that I let my past control my future. Not a day as gone by since my memories came back that I haven't been beating myself up for what I've done to you and James. I should have fought for you both. But I was weak Harry. Weak to my fears. I make mistakes and running away and trying to forget is one of my biggest mistakes."

Harry's anger deflated, he had nothing to say. He was tired of being angry. In less than a week his life changed, and he wasn't handling it very well. Tom and Remus were right; he needed to listen to Severus see where he was coming from. Listen to his pain. The temperature in the room started to feel as if it was going back to normal.

"I don't want you to make the same mistake I did." Harry was about to say something, but Severus stopped him. "I'm not going to stop you from marrying Tom. Any fool can see how much you both love each other. But make sure you bring a child into this world for the right reasons."

"I've thought about it, Severus," Harry said. "I know that you think of me as a child, but if it hasn't escaped your knowledge, I had to learn to grow up fast."

"And that is something I regret most of all," Severus told him.

"Why can't I hate you? I'm so angry at you, James, and Dumbledore most of all. But why can't I hate you? I want to hate!"

"Is that why you're so angry?"

"Maybe," Harry answered as he pulled away from the door and walked over to the bed sitting down. "I'm supposed to be ecstatic that I'm getting married to the man I love, but I can't."

"Why?" Severus asked, kneeling in front of him.

Harry chuckled and dashed away the tears from his cheeks. He looked at Severus then spoke. "Because as silly as it sounds, I feel as if I need your blessings. I felt as if I needed your approval since the first day I met you."

Severus cupped his cheeks, using his thumb to wipe away the tears. "I remembered the day James, and I got married. I wondered if I was doing the right thing." He smiled, and Harry couldn't help but smile with him. "I showed up late purposely. I figured if I were late he would leave. But when I got to the place where we were to be married there he was waiting for me. And I knew I made the right choice. When I told him how I was feeling, he admitted that he'd only gotten there a few seconds before me. But the second he saw me his doubt went away. I loved and still love your father. To me, it's as if time hadn't changed. I remember his touch, his smell, and his voice. The way he held and comfort me. If that's the same way you feel about Tom, and you're sure he feels the same way about you. Then I have no objections to you marrying him. I just want you happy. That's all a parent could want for their child."

Harry closed his eyes and nodded. Severus stood to his feet and got ready to walk out of the door, but Harry stopped him. "Wait!" Severus turned and looked at him. Harry stood to his feet. He was nervous about what he was going to ask Severus to do. There was a chance he would say no. He took a deep breath and let the words flow from his lips. "Would you do the honor of walking me down the aisle and give me away with Remus?"

Severus gasped and stared at him. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes," Harry said firmly.

Severus took the short steps and stood in front of him. "You realize there will be questions."

"Yes, but I don't have to answer them."

Severus nodded and smiled. "Then I would be honored to give you away."

Harry closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes again and stared up at Severus. "Can I ask for one more thing?"


"Can you hold me this…" Harry didn't get a chance to finish his question Severus pulled him into his arms. He didn't fight the other man. They were a long way away from being a father and son. "God's we are one fucked up family," Harry said after they pulled apart.

"What do you mean by that?" Severus asked.

"My father is sleeping with my blood adopted brother, that's at the top of the list," Harry said with a smile.

"Shit, I never thought about that." Severus ran his hands through his hair.

"Do you plan on telling him?"

"Yes, and I will live with whatever he decides to do."

"Do you love him?"

"I can see myself falling in love with him," Severus answered.

"Then don't let him go. Fight for him."

"Is that an order?" Severus asked.

"No, that's coming from a son to a father who's finally understanding what love truly means." The words slipped easily from his lips. He wasn't ready to call Severus dad because they had a lot to work out. Severus nodded and went to open the door. "One more thing," Harry said, stopping him. "You're right now is not the time to have a child. I would be doing it for the wrong reasons. When the time is right, I will want that potion."

"And when the time is right, I will give it to you, no questions asked. However, I doubt you'll need it," Severus told him before opening the door and walking out of the room leaving him to finish getting ready.


"You look beautiful, cub," Remus told him as they stood outside the hall door. He could hear the music playing inside.

"I agree," Harry turned and saw Severus walking to meet them. He'd changed out of his black robes and was wearing a dark green and silver robe. He had three small braids on the left side of his hair and the other half covering his right eye. For the first-time Harry, could agree with Remus that he was handsome. He wasn't wearing his glamor, and Harry hoped that he never would again. He shouldn't have to hide his true self.

"Thank you," Harry said to them both.

"Severus, Harry informed that you'd be walking with us down the aisle."

"Do you have a problem with that wolf?"

"No," Remus said with a smile. "I just wished I was there for you and James on the day you both got bonded." He said solemnly.


"Listen, I want to know everything, but let's leave it for a later time when we can chat over tea and biscuits. Today is Harry's day. And I'm honored you're willing to share him with me."

Severus stared at Remus and then nodded. They both held out their elbows for him to take it. He stood between them holding onto their arms.

"Are you ready?" Remus asked.

He looked between Severus and Remus, then at the door. "Yes." He said with certainty. The doors opened seemingly on their own, and Harry smiled. They started walking down the aisle, and the only person Harry saw was Tom, the man he loved and his future.



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