Story—Bloodlines
Pairings—dom/sub—HPSS, NLDM, NMLM, ADTR/ADLV, SBRL
Disclaimer—I honestly do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry would have landed himself a Slytherin boy, rather than Ginny.
July 30th
Harry James Potter sat sullenly on his mattress in his mostly barren bedroom. The house was quiet, the night hot. His eighteenth birthday was nearly upon him, but he was not so excited as he thought he might be.
He had rid the world of Voldemort, and in the process lost his closest friend, Ron Weasley. Hermione and the matriarch of the Weasley clan had felt that Ron's death was Harry's fault, and had begun to distance themselves from him. After the battle, Ginny had attempted to rekindle their relationship, but Harry had been unable to. Had explained to her that he did not love her romantically, but she refused to forgive him for not loving her.
With his admission that he would not be with Ginny, the three women had ostracized him, though the other Weasleys did not. Arthur still made an effort to incorporate him in their lives, band invited him to dinner nearly every week, but the meals were tense and so Harry frequently found a reason not to attend.
With ten seconds left until his eighteenth birthday, Harry sat alone in his Master Suite in the Grimauld place, the house that Remus and Sirius had left him when the decided to move to a smaller cottage in Wiltshire to settle down.
His hands started to tingle, and his toes, soon followed by the rest of his body. As the clock struck midnight, the tingle became a white hot pain, blinding harry with its strength before he fell unconscious.
Malfor Manor
Severus Snape sat in the smallest tea room of Malfoy Manor with Draco and Lucius. His glamour had completely fallen, as had Draco's, at eleven p.m. – after flickering off and on for two days.
Their dominants were coming into the inheritances tonight, and thus the glamours that they had naturally worn since their sixteenth birthdays, when they had come into their inheritances as submissives. The glamours that had hidden their innocence and beauty from others before their dominants—frequently called doms—were able to claim them, and allowed them to seem to age though until mated they would not age a day in their true forms, had fallen and would never be back unless their doms put them back. After mating, they would slowly age, until they stopped—still looking no older than twenty five.
Severus had waited twenty two years for his Dom to reach his majority, and had always dreamed that it would be exciting and magical and that he would be overjoyed. Severus was excited, and he was happy that his wait was over, and he would finally be getting his dom, but he was also full of nerves. He only knew two people with the same blood as he and the Malfoys had, who's birthdays were today—and both of them made him incredibly unhappy.