A/N: Hello, people! New fic! I kept imagining Will Graham as a secret wizard and him being the adopted son of Harry Potter and then it all spiraled out of control into this dark and twisted path and I can't wait for the ending already! Fluff and drama. Angst and love. Sadness and adventure. :)

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Hannigram and Tomarry/Harrymort!

Will clutched his abdomen while simultaneously trying to quell the blood flowing from Abigail's neck. Compared to his wound, hers was actually immediately fatal and he needed to do something and quick. He needed to ignore the pain.

Hannibal had already left the room, leaving them both to die of the injuries he had personally inflicted. His angered and hurt actions. His desperate attempts to cut them from his life forever.

Will shook himself. It was no time to be feeling guilt, he could torment himself later on. Right now, Abigail needed his help and he knew just what to do.

It was long buried. Something he hadn't needed to use beyond basic living in years. He'd been disowned by his own 'family' for improper connections and being 'too Light' and had been adopted by another shortly before leaving, fabricating a story that the Muggles would believe. His adopted fathers had only been about three years older than him. The entire story behind that was something to be saved for another day when he had more time to think on it. But presently, he needed to save Abigail and he knew the perfect spell to do so.

Will couldn't use magic on a frequent basis. Especially in the line of work he had chosen after coming to America. He couldn't afford to lose his magic because he used it in an unexplained situation. It would look suspicious. All those times he could have saved himself, but would have been unable to explain how…

His hands were covered in his and Abigail's shared blood. His wand was in his pocket, he could reach it, but he'd either have to risk Abigail losing more blood, or himself. He chose himself because his wound wasn't immediately fatal and in all honesty, Abigail was more important than he was anyway.

He released the pressure on his abdomen, allowing his life's essence to pour once again. He retrieved his second wand - Yew, Wendigo Antler, 13 ½ inches, after the first which was Holly, Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches, had been destroyed by his 'family' - placing it to the open gash on Abigail's neck and murmuring a spell his 'father' had taught him.

Vulnera Sanentur.

The spell was for healing a particular curse, but had been found to be most helpful on any kind of egregious wound.

It came from him in the form of song, like a balm to the soul. And the body.

In a concentrated movement, Will forced the blood to freeze in place, halting its flow from her body. The second swipe made half of the blood reverse its course, pulling free of her matted hair and soaked clothing, forcing its way back into her body, via the same wound it had come from. From there, Will closed the gash by an inch, hoping to make up for lack of blood. Large wounds bled more and it would look suspicious if a two inch wound didn't bleed enough. He then ended his healing, forcing the blood to clot. With a concentrated air, he vanished his wand to the safest place he knew and he also knew that his fathers would seek him out once it arrived. Hopefully, he'd still be alive by then.

The floor was cold and unforgiving, allowing no comfort to the dying man and the young woman he viewed as a daughter. But Abigail's chest moved slowly, her breathing calm once again. He couldn't end her pain, but he could be glad that she would not die now.

Will lost time… laying in their shared blood, mind reeling at Hannibal's actions. At his own actions. At the fact that Abigail had been alive the entire time. At the fact that Alana could possibly be dying outside and he didn't care because Abigail was more important.

The world slipped away and Will fell under the stream and into unconsciousness like Hannibal had suggested, his hand still resting on Abigail's throat in a vague attempt to preserve her life, his body still twitching as the pain became unimportant.

He fell.

Will came to slowly, finding himself lying on a hospital bed, covered in wires and gauze. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. He hated hospitals.

"Are you awake fully this time?"

His ear twitched, recognizing the voice. 'Father'.

"I've dealt with the FBI and the reporters. I've dealt with everything really, if only to help you live a normal life. I know what happened, your daughter told me what she knew."

'Daughter'?

Abigail!

Will blinked several times, trying to look around.

"Calm down," his 'father' ordered. "She is in near perfect health thanks to your quick thinking. She's just worried about you. I sent her to get something from the cafe because she has sat vigil at your bedside ever since her awakening and has refused to eat more than once."

She was okay.

With a relieved sigh, Will relaxed into the terribly uncomfortable sheets of the bed. One less thing to worry about.

"You need food and water and the moment they release you, we'll take you to your new home and administer the proper care that these Muggles cannot give you, okay?"

He nodded, feeling tired once again.

"Stay awake for me, William."

"I'm trying…" he mumbled, voice scratchy and painful from being underused.

"Will!"

The familiar voice drew him from the arms of Sleep. He looked to the doorway, seeing a young woman with gauze taped around her neck, standing there. She wasn't dressed in a hospital gown like he was, instead she had on a nightdress and a dressing gown. She rushed inside, revealing the man standing behind her. His other 'father'.

Abigail stopped short of the bed, looking unsure of herself.

"You can hug him."

She did so, lightly wrapping a thin arm around Will's shoulder, pressing her cheek against his own.

"How are you?" asked Will, leaning against her because he couldn't lift his arms yet.

"Better. Harry and Tom told me everything."

Everything?

When she pulled away he sent Harry a confused look. Harry merely laughed.

"She's our granddaughter, we're not leaving her out of this!"

Will simply stared at the man who was his mother-like father figure. Compared to Tom, Harry was very open with his emotions. Harry would obviously see Abigail as a member of the family. But Will never adopted her so it wasn't like they were actually a family. They could have been, had Will just kept his damn mouth shut and his ego to himself.

He decided to focus on other matters, because that line of thought would lead into dark pastures and he did not want to visit those when his family was in the room.

He did however, decide to inform his fathers about his relationship with Abigail. "I never actually got around to adopting her so it isn't like we're, you know-"

Tom gave him a look that seemed to openly challenge his intelligence. "Really? Because there are Records listing you and one Hannibal Lecter as being the adopted fathers of miss Abigail Hobbs."

Merlin, Hannibal had thought of everything. Will felt like such a dick. Of course just because he fucked up did not mean that Hannibal wasn't also in the wrong. The two of them had problems and if Will ever saw Hannibal again, he was going to hash out everything. Also punch Hannibal the nose - breaking it and then healing it - but the discussion would definitely come.

"I wasn't aware of that," he admitted, looking away from the judgmental green eyes of Harry.

Harry did not pursue that line of questioning for long, thankfully deciding to just drop the situation and move on to other things.

The doctors came in, asserting themselves over Will's health. He was told about Jack, learning that the man had succumbed to his wounds. Bella, his wife, had passed on a few days later. Alana was still in critical condition, despite the fact that it was almost two weeks later.

Overall, Will should be feeling some modicum of sadness over what he just learned, but in truth he couldn't bring himself to give a damn.

This was a problem. As an empath, not just somebody who has a great imagination that could put himself in the shoes of other people, but a legitimate empath which was something that was rare in the magic world, William had always been a bit emotionally challenged in life. Feeling the emotions of other people had always been a taxing experience, which left him unsure of what he was feeling and whether or not they were actually from him and not somebody else. And he got used to turning it off in a sense. He would withdraw from everything and do his best to ignore his surroundings. It was the best he could do.

Not to say that he didn't feel emotions, he just felt differently than other people did. Walking inside the minds of killers and understanding their emotions perfectly had its own effect on him. Hannibal had so far only wanted to shatter the teacup that resembled Will's sanity and piece it into a better teacup than before. He wanted to unleash it upon the world and hope for the best that Will would be just like him. And stay with him. Want him in return.

After being so masterfully played in the beginning, Will had had a lot of time and the asylum/hospital to think over everything. His plan for Hannibal, his feelings for Hannibal, and their relationship thus far. And he had known. He wasn't that naive yet.

Will felt emotions strongly. Much stronger than other people did. When he was in a killer's head space, it wasn't just him observing, he was the killer. He became what he empathized with. It was a dangerous thing, there was also something to help him.

Unfortunately, his reaction to society in any form, had brought out his more morbid sense of humor. His emotions teetering between depression and absolute terror. And he could take things in himself and turn them into something terrible. Will could easily mutilate any bright thought into something that was terrifying and horrible. He didn't need Hannibal Lecter's help to get to that destination, he just needed that help in order to learn to accept himself.

So he found himself not caring that his former somewhat boss had passed. But he felt bad for the ill wife, but not enough for it to really emotionally jerk him around. Alana, former love interest possibly, was a little harder but at the same time he just really didn't care. Because he was trying to come to grips with his feelings over the Hannibal situation. And he was most certain that these feelings of guilt and the feelings of longing, were not just things that occurred between friends and he needed personal time to sort through everything.

Harry was more supportive. Although Tom was more of the strong silent type who sat by every visit, making sure that Will knew he was there should he be needed. Harry however was more affectionate, making sure that Will knew that should he need a hug or emotional reassurance, a smile even, he would be willing to give it any moment. Abigail had pulled herself up onto the bed, clinging to him like he was some kind of lifeline.

Will found himself wishing that it could have been like this the entire time. None of his awkward pacing about wondering how it was going to handle the situation. Wondering how it was going to confront the teenage girl whose father he had murdered. Whether the murderer was doing something right or not didn't matter, he had killed her father. The fact that she liked him at all was an amazing thing and he had a feeling that Hannibal had something to do with that. If only a little.

Will looked at his house that he had lived in for many years. They'd just sold it to an elderly couple looking to spend their glory years in a nice little house in the middle of nowhere. Lots of space for the grandkids and a nearby lake to fish in. Will sold it for a moderate price, seeing as he had his own trust vault and didn't need much money, but he wasn't about to lose a profit.

The dogs were coming.

Harry was practically buzzing with excitement, glad that he was coming home. Home being Slytherin's Keep in Wales. It had been years since Will had been home, having lost his accent easily while in New Orleans. Also, his knowledge of Spanish and French had completely overtaken his vocabulary, mixing him into some odd, accent having individual. The Macnairs were French born after all and were taught both French and English.

Will had moved to America to get away from the drama of Britain. After the war had been won, there was still an enormous amount of Death Eaters on the loose and William, being of a disowned Pureblood line, had been a prime target for those who wished to do harm to 'good' people.

William Macnair had been disowned in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He'd been a Slytherin and the moment the Macnair name had been removed from him, he'd become a prime target. The school had been overtaken by the Dark Lord's Death Eaters and was basically a training ground for more Death Eaters. The Carrows had particularly liked to give him punishments in order to get revenge for his 'siding with the Light'.

A load of rubbish. He'd merely questioned the use of the Cruciatus Curse on young children, especially since their roiling emotions made him ill, but also because children didn't deserve it. But his former father, Walden Macnair, did not appreciate it and disowned him immediately, ordering his former brother Waldo Macnair, to remove William from the premises, while snapping his wand in the process.

It had been a horrible few months until the Battle of Hogwarts. William had left with his fellow Slytherins, though he had wanted to stay. Where else would he go? He was homeless and Hogwarts was a safe haven of sorts until he could find a way to survive in the summer and acquire more school supplies now that his trust vault was gone. But he was a mere fifth year and McGonagall refused to allow anyone who wasn't seventeen, to stay behind.

He returned to the rubble of his once home, nearly a day later, seeing Hogwarts in mass disarray. Harry Potter stood victorious over the body of the Dark Lord. He didn't look happy. In fact, he seemed rather sad. Sad for enemy or for having to kill someone? His was bleeding sorrow.

William participated in the clean up of Hogwarts, because he had nothing better to do. Nowhere to go. He'd been at the top of his year in Charms, Runes, Defense, and Potions. Cleaning and banishing charms first, then repairs were to be made with Runes. Stray creatures that weren't killed during the battle were disposed of as quickly as possible. His new wand came from a wizard he'd defeated in Knockturn Alley.

It would take years to fix the castle. The Quidditch Pitch had been completely burned to the ground. The desolation was heartbreaking and Will could at least be happy that none of the younger years had been around to witness it. Though his good mood was ruined by the sorrow in the air. Stifling it was.

It was the fifth day after the battle, that Will met Harry Potter in person.

He'd been in the middle of repairing the girl's bathroom on the first floor - alone, he might as well add - when the Chosen One walked in, looking curious. He took in Will's obvious Slytherin attire and quirked a brow, feeling curious.

"Will Macnair, right? Slytherin?"

Will had shook his head. "I was disowned. I'm just Will and yeah, I'm a Slytherin."

"I thought McGonagall told underage students to leave. And why were you disowned?"

Potter pulled out a long, white wand and began to help in repairing the bathroom.

Will looked away, "I spoke out against the use of the Cruciatus Curse on first years. Walden didn't take too kindly to it."

There was silence for several moments.

"You came back because you have nowhere to go," concluded Potter. Will could feel his sympathy, but not pity.

"Basically."

"How do you feel about blood status?"

"I have more important things to worry about in life, than whether or not someone has pure blood. I'm an empath. A true empath, I don't have time to care about trivial things of that nature."

Potter was pleased.

"Do you have any idea of what'll you'll be doing now that the school year is over?"

"No," Will had reluctantly admitted.

"Well, you seem to be pretty good at repairing broken objects, so how about this? My godfather, Sirius Black, left me in charge of the Black House. I own the ancestral home of the Blacks. A few years back, some friends and I went through it to remove all dangerous creatures, but no matter how much we cleaned, it never seemed to be enough. The House Elf is a bit barmy and I'll admit that we should have treated him better, but he had refused to help us because we were a load of Muggle filth and blood traitors.

I could use a lot of help in fixing the house and there are over twenty bedrooms."

Will saw it for what it was. Harry Potter, defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort, was offering him sanctuary, but doing so in a veiled attempt to salvage whatever was left of Will's ego. This wasn't a hand out of any sort, it was work for a room.

"I am a good cook too."

Room and board, apparently.

Will wouldn't pass up the opportunity when it was readily presenting itself.

"I'll do it."

Who knew that half a year later, he'd be introduced to Harry's boyfriend Tom. Who knew that Tom was the last descendant of Salazar Slytherin? Who knew that Harry Potter would marry such a person, relative of the Dark Lord? Who knew that they'd decide to blood adopt him a year later, on his sixteenth birthday?

Will had been grateful to them. They'd given him a home. Harry was mothering in nature, Tom was strict but powerful and Dark. He knew things that would have made Walden Macnair melt.

And Harry Potter loved his husband even though he was a Dark Wizard! Loved Will even though he too was Dark! Didn't care about their blood relations or history. Or even the fact that Will was actually well versed in a plethora of Dark Magic, including the Unforgivables.

And when Harry admitted to using two of them multiple times, he'd gaped. It seemed that Harry Potter was not as Light as people made him out to be. In fact, he was very Slytherin.

Of course his true nature ended up being revealed to the public. Though a good bit of rumor in there as well. Will had finished his schooling a little early as he took his N.E.W.T.s at the Ministry ahead of time. But the problem was, since Harry had killed the Dark Lord, that meant he was powerful. And couldn't he up and take over with that kind of power? And then his marriage to Voldemort's grandson and the adoption of a Slytherin child, and everyone was primed to tear him apart. Almost everyone at least. Few stayed loyal.

And with everything going on, he decided to get away from the public eye for a while. Harry and Hermione had taught him enough about Muggles, so Will - with the aid of Gringotts - fashioned a Muggle identity for himself. All paperwork was charmed and whenever someone looked at it, they would see what Will wanted them to see. Harry insisted on paying for him, since Will was leaving to give him peace of mind.

And so Will ended up in America. British wizards didn't look favorably upon American wizards, so no one would ever think to look for Will there. And for seventeen years all was well in Will's life. For the most part. His Empathy had evolved of course and he'd suffered some traumatic events, but other than that, he was fine...ish.

So returning to Britain after so long would be a trip and a half.

At least he had Abigail. As his adopted daughter, she was allowed to know about magic. He could take her shopping and lavish her with gifts. He could blood adopt her, if she was okay with it.

Harry was grinning like a loon. "It'll be wonderful to have you back! You'll finally get to meet your brothers in person!"

Ah, yes. He and Tom had two sons who were about eight years old. Will had yet to formally meet them.

"They'll love you, no doubt."

Harry's faith in everyone was refreshing… and disconcerting all at once.

Will's unease was smothered by the warmth in the smile Abigail sent him and the calm happiness she radiated. She looked comfortable and excited, but he knew they'd have to talk eventually.

But maybe he could push it off for a while and let her enjoy magic.

A/N: First is done.

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