Khal's Consort Chapter 2 Truths of A Kind

Edited 5/17/2017

POV Severus (When Hadrian was five years old)

Dumbledore was a foolish, manipulative old coot. That's what Severus learned over the years that he had known that old manipulator. The worst part was seeing that damned old man desecrate the life of an innocent child, one named Hadrian Orion Potter. It was hard for him to sit back and watch as the old man declared the eldest Potter child, Lucas James Potter, the "Boy-Who-Lived". That boy, Lucas, was hideous when you compared him to the Fey-like beauty of the younger twin. It was like comparing a butterfly to dirt, they were in no way even comparable.

Yet, somehow that old man had managed to convince himself and everyone in the wizarding world that Lucas Potter was better than his twin. It made no sense.

It all started a few years after the final attack by Voldemort. Severus was forced to go to the Birthday party that was being held for Lucas Potter, to keep guard for the Boy-Who-Lived. Of course that meant that almost every witch and wizard in britain was crammed into the Potter's ballrooms. All Severus wanted to do for the beginning of the night was slap that spoiled brat.

So there he was, standing partially hidden in the shadows beside the door. He was utterly bored, when a small motion from the doorway caught his attention.

Severus quickly and discreetly turned and focused on what was moving in the doorway. He instantly saw a small boy just barely peeking his head through the doorway far enough to see what was happening in the large room.

The boy had silky raven black hair, unblemished cream skin, and large emerald eyes, which shone with longing as he took in the people that happily conversed and danced to the orchestra music that filled every inch the room.

Then it struck him, this boy was Hadrian, the younger Potter child. The only thing that had keyed him into that revelation was Lily's green eyes, peeking out from the boy's black shoulder length hair. Suddenly those green eyes filled with a darker emotion, one that Severus easily recognized, Fear. Severus followed the boy's eyes, only to see James Potter stalking towards the doorway with a look of pure rage as he glared down at his youngest son.

James yanked the boy through the doorway and down the long hallway. Severus cautiously followed, making sure to stay out of sight so he wouldn't be seen. He cast a small glamour charm to hide his features, in case he had to intervene. Severus watched shocked as James threw the boy to the tiled floor. The man quickly waved his wand, setting up a silencing charm, thankfully Severus was close enough that he could still hear what was being said.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?" James roared at the boy, who was cowering against the red wall. "HOW DARE YOU RUIN LUCAS'S BIRTHDAY!" Wasn't it also Hadrian's Birthday as well? Why wasn't his birthday being celebrated as well?

James gave Hadrian a hard kick to the stomach, growling as the boy curled into himself at the pain. Just the fact that the boy hadn't screamed at the kick, clued Severus into the fact that it was a regular occurrence for the boy to get punished that way. The man continued continued to kick and beat the small boy.

Severus quickly aimed his wand at James and sent a spell that would make him fall asleep immediately, and then obliviated him of the memories of seeing Hadrian standing at the doorway. James' unconscious form was levitated into an empty guest room and unceremoniously dropped him on the bed, knowing that when the man woke up he wouldn't know how he ended up in that room, but would brush it off thinking that it was due to the amount of alcohol he had already consumed.

Severus then turned and looked at the boy. Now as he looked closer he could tell that the boy was not treated as he should be, he was thin, not starved but not also eating all of the nutritious foods that a child his age should be consuming. Instead of the clothes Lucas was wearing which was the best the Potter's money could buy, Hadrian's garb was old and worn, far too baggy to be his originally.

The boy, who was still curled up on the floor in the same position as he was before, was looking up at him, eyes filled with curiosity and confusion. The boy obviously wasn't used to having people helping him in anyway, least of all stopping his father from dealing out his punishment.

Severus reached into his bottomless pocket and wordlessly summoned a vial of bruise balm which should heal the bruises in a few hours at most, and rolled it to the boy on the floor. Severus was familiar with abused children, and knew that they did not take well with physical contact. Hadrian cautiously picked it up and looked at it curiously before his eyes shone with thankful tears when he recognized just what was in the small jar.

"Why did you help me?" The sweet sound of Hadrian's voice left the potion master at a lack of words. Just the boys voice spoke of just how powerful and innocent he was which was a miracle in itself because of how the boy was treated by his own family.

"No child deserves that type of treatment from anyone least of all a parent." Severus said in a caring tone that many believed he could never have had. "Make sure you cover the bruised area with a layer of this paste every thirty minutes it should help the bruising heal faster. I Should get back to the party, before the old man realizes that I left."

He turned to leave but was stopped by a hesitant voice. "Who are you sir?"

"My names is… Tobias Prince, I promise I will be in contact with you soon. I am not like your father." Hadrian gave Severus a shy, but still brilliant smile, showing just how happy he was to have someone on his side for once.

"Thank you sir."

"You are welcome, young Hadrian." Severus turned and strode back to the ballroom, knowing that this would not be the last time he saw Hadrian Orion Potter.

Severus knew that he was going to do all he could do to make sure that Hadrian was able to reach his full potential, one that Severus knew he would not get to if it were up to the Potters and Dumbledore. So the first thing he did was send a small package that held supplies for Hadrian including many books for him to learn from and a dietary plan for Hadrian to give to the house elves, to make sure that the boy got all the healthy food that he needed.

He also sent a small letter to the sweet boy that would also play out loud in case the Potter's never taught him how to read. It turned out that his suspicions about the Potter's lack of teaching was partially correct, but Hadrian had learned some as the House Elves made sure the boy at least learned the basics such as reading and writing.

Over the next few years Hadrian and Severus kept in contact by sending hundreds of letters back and forth with the help of the house elves. Severus sent Hadrian many books and tomes to learn from and later on sent weapons and instructions to make sure that Hadrian was prepared for any kind of confrontation. Of course Hadrian also bought many other tools and weapons which he kept in his bottomless trunk.

Everything was going very well with Hadrian. He was strong and well trained in every way he possibly could be, but then the day came. Dumbledore forced his way into Severus's quarters and demanded that he be the one to take Hadrian to be traded to a group of crazed warriors in exchange for an army.

It was extremely hard for Severus to just stand there and watch them tell Hadrian what was going to happen to him. He wanted to reach over and drag the boy into a deep hug, but knew that he couldn't.

The next day was the worst Severus had ever had. He was forced to act like a complete and utter arse to the Boy who was like a son to him, just to keep the old coot from finding out that he had any type of connection to him.

Severus hated how he had to pretend to hate Hadrian, but he knew that the old coot would search through his memories of the event to make sure that Hadrian went through the ceremony. Oh how Severus hated that damn old man.

When they arrived on the other side of the veil they made their way through the trees to the large clearing. Severus saw Hadrian absorbing the view of the tribe that he would soon be apart of. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the huge man making his way towards them until the man was standing directly in front of him.

Hadrian was stunned by the huge muscular man standing in front of him that he didn't notice Severus slip a shrunken letter into one of his pocket. When the Khal turned and made his way to the wooden platform Severus gave a large relieved sigh, he knew that if the man hadn't approved of Hadrian, Severus would be going into mourning for the beautiful boy who he thought of as his own son.

Severus motioned for Hadrian to join him on the platform, and stood there as Jorah, the translator, talked to Hadrian. He only moved off of the platform when the ritual started.

He watched as they slit their hands on the same blade and drew the necessary ruins. Severus was proud that Hadrian could memorize the ruins that quickly, but he was also saddened that it was for a bonding ceremony. Then they slit their other hands and placed them together, binding themselves together for the rest of their lives. Severus left the clearing when they started the gift trade. As soon as he made it through the veil he apparated to the edge of the Hogwarts wards, and slowly walked to the Headmaster's office, dreading the talk he knew was waiting there for him.

"Severus, my boy, did the Potter brat do his part?" Dumbledore asked, not even trying to mask the dislike in his tone.

"Yes, he is bonded to the Khal. It is done." Dumbledore nodded and Severus felt the Headmaster's attempt to break through the walls that Severus had been building and fortifying for many years. Severus reluctantly dropped his mental walls, making sure that all feelings in the memories were hidden. It would be bad if the headmaster knew what he thought of Hadrian. After the Headmaster had seen the memories he smugly pulled away and let Severus's mental protections snap forcefully back into place.

"Good to see the brat has finally done his part, and he is finally too far away to be nuisance anylonger." Severus nodded and headed back to his rooms. He sat on his couch, head in his hands, feeling miserable.

After a few more minutes of drowning in his negative emotions he summoned the largest bottle of Firewhisky that he had in the cabinet and proceeded to drink himself into a haze.

How in Merlin's name was he supposed to tell Black, Lupin, and Greyback about their pup being sold to the leader of the Dothraki.

...I am going to die...

Next Morning with Hadrian

Hadrian slowly woke reveling in the feeling of being perfectly warm and rested for what must have been the first time in his life. He had never felt comfortable enough in the Potter's manor to fall into a deep sleep. For some reason he felt safe around that hulking mass he was currently using as both a pillow and a heater.

Then he remembered he was naked...and so was Drogo. Hadrian's face instantly turned a brilliant shade of red.

He groaned and buried his burning face into the bare chest below him. He stiffened realising that the Khal could wake up from his movements. After a few moments he relaxed when he saw that Drogo hadn't moved to throw him aside and Hadrian tried in vain to figure out why he felt so content with Drogo. His mind went through some crazy scenarios, many that had no real bearings.

Then it dawned on him. His instincts! They were telling Hadrian that he is completely safe with the massive man.

They had fully bound themselves to each other, by both blood and magic. Everything about him was joined with that man, including the bearer within him, which craved a strong mate to take care of him and any children they had together. In other words Hadrian's magic knows that Drogo was strong and would protect him.

Hadrian turned his head to the side so his ear was directly over the Khal's beating heart. He ran his hand cautiously down the thick ropes of muscles. Drogo's thick muscular body was the complete opposite of his own lithe one. Even their skin was so different; Drogo's was a deep tan from the many years he has spent in the harsh sunlight. Hadrian's ivory skin from the years spent mostly inside, clashed with Drogo's in a rather stunning way. Hard to soft, and muscular to lithe.

A deep and very amused rumble in the chest beneath him caused Hadrian to snatch back his wandering hand. He looked up and saw that his new husband was awake and staring at him with an interested look in his dark eyes.

The amused glint in the Khal's eyes meant that he must have been awake for quite some time already. Hadrian's face darkened again and he shrunk back into himself so he was sitting next to Drogo instead of lying on his chest. The Khal gave a huff before moving the animal skins and pillows, aside and stood up, not caring in the least that Hadrian was witnessing the large erection standing proudly between those muscular thighs.

Harry could feel his heart pounding and his face burning impossibly further at the daunting naked man stretching in front of him. Harry liked his dry lips as he stared at his to-be mate.

The Khal left Hadrian's view most likely to get some food for them to eat, and hopefully put some pants back on. Hadrian quickly grabbed his clothes that had landed on the floor, from the night before fishing out his trunk. As soon as he managed to open it he grabbed a pair of tan baggy cloth pants and a thin light blue tunic that was thin enough that he would be comfortable in the sun for a long period of time. He quickly pulled on his clothing praying to Merlin that the Khal would not notice how interested a certain part of him was. Harry groaned in embarrassment before shrinking the trunk again, that was when he noticed a small letter, the size of a postage stamp, lying innocently on the floor.

He grabbed the letter and enlarged it so he would be able to read whatever was written. He opened up the folded parchment and read through it, smiling when he recognized the handwriting as Tobias's, but the smile quickly faded as he read what was written.

Dear Hadrian,

I apologise for everything, Hadrian. It is time that you find out who I truly am, and I hope that you will still accept me as another Father figure along with Sirius, Remus, and Fenrir. I never truly lied to you, Tobias Prince is still a part of my name but not the name I am known by. My full name is Severus Tobias Snape Prince.

First I need to tell you that I had no part in planning your marriage to Khal Drogo, but at the moment I have no way to go against Dumbledore's orders. If I had I would have wound up in a permanent cell in Azkaban, I have had this threat hanging over my head for many years.

As soon as I met you when you were barely five years old, I knew that you could be amazing if you got the chance to learn everything that you needed too. I am truly thankful that I was one of those few who helped you along the way. I have also included the next two of your training books, I hope that you will get the chance to continue in your training.

I swear to you that I will find a way to bring all of your father's to you. You deserve happiness and I hope that Khal Drogo will give that to you.

With hope,

Severus Tobias Snape Prince

Hadrian wasn't sure how to feel about the revelation that Tobias was Snape, but now he at least understood why he saw so much sadness in Severus's eyes during the bonding ceremony. The thought of seeing his fathers again brought a sweet smile to his lips. He missed Sirius's barking laugh and sense of humor, Remus's thoughtful actions that reminded Hadrian about what a mother's love must have felt like, he also missed his third father, Fenrir Greyback.

The whole of the Wizarding world believed that Fenrir was a part of Voldemort's followers, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He only cared about the pack so he was forced into following Voldemort because he was threatening to kill his whole pack. Dumbledore refused to help them because they were, in his own words 'dark creatures, hell bent on destruction'. Once Voldemort was killed, Fenrir was finally free from Voldemort. The problem was that most of the wizarding world still wanted him to get the Dementors kiss.

Hadrian grabbed the envelope that had fallen to the floor feeling around in the envelope he pulled out two small shrunken books. One was labeled Advanced Magicks and the other was simply labeled Physical Level 13 in Tobias's handwriting, Hadrian enlarged them before beginning to page through the books he smiled as he paged through the Physical book. He loved them, the book was made specially for Hadrian by Tobias, ah Severus, no he was still Tobias to him. Each chapter started with an explanation, then had step-by-step instructions on how the attack worked, the best part were the wizarding pictured that moved over the page showing him how each part of the attack looked. He re-shrunk the books and put them into his trunk before he sat back on the bed.

The questioning grunt that came from Hadrian's husband shook him from his thoughts about seeing his family again. The still naked man sat next to him and began to hand fed Hadrian fruit and small chunks of bread as he had the night before. That continued until Hadrian firmly shook his head, telling Drogo without words that he was full. Drogo then ate the rest quickly and dressed in a pair of leather pants and his large stomach guard.

"Time to go."

Drogo picked up a sulky Hadrian up and walked out of the tent with Hadrian over his shoulder, Hadrian was placed on the back on the large white mare that Drogo gifted to him the night before.

It was amazing just how quickly the Dothraki managed to pack up the whole camp in just under an hour. When they were done Drogo road his black stallion to the front of the Khalasar. Then they left with their Khal guiding them. After a short while Hadrian's legs and butt started to ache from sitting in a position he wasn't used to so he cast a simple cushioning charm on the saddle to make sure that he wouldn't be too stiff when they settled for the night.

Hadrian fell into pace with Jorah, the only other person besides his husband that he knew in the slightest.

"Jorah, why did Drogo, not…" Hadrian said quietly and let the question fade as the red on his cheeks darkened. Jorah shook his head with a scowl gracing his pale face when he realized what he meant.

"Marriage is considered sacred to the Dothraki people, consummation must be done willingly by both parties. Never will a Dothraki willingly harm their Mates in any way. Least of all with the act of rape." Jorah told him.

"I see. I wish someone could have told me that before hand, I think I almost fainted when Drogo started to strip. He's huge. I thought I was going to die." Hadrian moaned in a pathetic voice that showed just how upsetting it had been the night before. Jorah stared at him shocked and angered. "What?" Hadrian asked when he saw the look he was getting.

"Were you not taught Dothraki customs, we told that old man everything you would have needed to know, so you would have been prepared. Were you not in agreement with the contract?" Jorah sounded frantic.

"I had no part in the contract. I found out about the contract two days ago." Hadrian told him. "At first I was angry at being forced to marry, but then I realized that it was one of the best things that could have happened to me. I was trapped there, like a songbird in a cage, here I am as free as the wind. I would never trade it for anything." Jorah started with an angry expression that softened with Hadrian's confession and the happy look on his face.

"I guess it's up to me to teach you the things they should have taught you before you came. I guess I will start with answering any questions you have." Jorah waited patiently as Hadrian sorted through all the questions that he had built up in his mind.

"Can you tell me a bit about the magic in this world?" Hadrian hesitantly asked Jorah who nodded.

"Magic is what makes the Dothraki as strong as they are. They may not be able to use the magic like the wizards of your world are able to, but their bodies are thrumming with a magic that fortifies their bones and muscles, making them the strongest group of people on this land. None of the other races have the use of magic." Jorah paused, letting the new Khaleesi, sort through that bit of information before continuing. "For them to see a person, such as that Dumbledore person, use magic outside of his body is amazing to them. The only thing the Dothraki people hate about magic, is when it is black magic. That type is cursed and for one to even attempt it they lose their heads." He finished darkly in a warning tone.

"I see, well at least we share those thoughts about the forbidden magics."

"Can you tell me a bit about you? In truth we do not know much about your people." Jorah asked him after they talked about the Dothraki customs for a few hours.

Hadrian thought about it for a while before starting with the basics. "First of all I guess you should know that our world is divided into two main groups, those with magic, called witches and wizards and those without magic which we call Muggles." Hadrian paused wondering how he should phrase the next bit. "One other difference about Witches and Wizards is that there is a... type of… inheritance that hasn't been seen for nearly two hundreds of years." Hadrian groaned, not knowing how to continue his explanation to a man who knows nothing about his type of magic. It was so awkward trying to talk about something like this...

"What is the inheritance?" Jorah asked trying to get the other to continue.

"Well there was a time that not many witches were born, causing the magical population to drop, and Mother Magic decided to fix that problem. She made it so that some of the stronger wizards become bearers for the next generation. After a few centuries there were a plenty of witches born so there were less and less bearers, until only one or two showed up within a century." Hadrian explained the best he could. Jorah still looked confused, which most likely came with the rather horrible explanation of Hadrian's part.

"Why are you telling me about a type of wizards that have been almost extinct for centuries?" Jorah asked with a puzzled frown on his face, not catching on. Hadrian heaved a sigh.

"Jorah, I'm one of them. I am a wizard who is able to naturally get pregnant." Hadrian dropped the bomb that he was dreading on telling any of them.

"You... you… are able to get...Pregnant!?" Jorah sputtered in shock. Hadrian was insanely glad that none of the other Dothraki could understand what was being said/ "But... didn't the old man tell us that you had no magic, wouldn't you need a mass amount of magic to allow a man to carry?"

Hadrian nodded. "That old man declared me a squib, a wizarding family's magic-less child, and managed to convince not only my parents, but the rest of the wizarding world of it. That man made my life hell, and then I am sent away like a lamb to slaughter. If I ever get my hands on that damn bastard I will kill him!" Hadrian stopped when he saw the startled look on the translators face a few curious ones from the riders nearest to them, he had to force himself to calm down. "I'm sorry, Jorah. I haven't gotten to vent about anything that has been happening to me these last few days."

"It's just fine Khaleesi. Better me than the Khal." They both laughed a bit before they settled into the giving and answering each others questions about their native worlds.

Hours later when Drogo found an area that was large enough to make camp for the night, they started setting up the camp and the fires.

Because Jorah and Hadrian were in the middle of the Khalasar, most of the tents were already set up by the time they arrived, including the large one that Hadrian recognized as the one he stayed in the night before.

Before Hadrian slipped off of his horse Jorah leaned closer and whispered. "Khaleesi, there are many in tribe who do not think you are strong enough to be their Khaleesi. They may try to test you, it may be best to stay near me or the Khal at all times." Hadrian nodded, but knew that he was strong enough to take care of the few who wished to test him.

Hadrian slipped off of his horse and landed on the ground with little difficulty, shocking both Jorah and the others who must have been waiting to help him with the stiff legs that came from the first ride.

"Cushioning charms are going to be my best friend for the next few week while I get used to sitting in a saddle for that long." He turned and walked away with a smirk on his face.

He quickly entered the large tent and saw that it was set up the same way as it had been the night before which made it easier to search it to see if his husband was there. To Hadrian's displeasure he was nowhere in the tent. He sat on the sleeping furs, waiting for Drogo.

Hadrian heard the opening of the tent shift and looked up, giving a smile when he saw it was Drogo carrying two wooden bowls filled with something that looked almost like stew. He handed one of the bowls to Hadrian who nodded his thanks before lifting the bowl to his lips. He hummed in delight. The first taste was delicious, the sauce was the perfect; salty and a little spicy, the meat was so tender it practically melted in his mouth.

Hadrian smiled and ate more, watching as Drogo ate some of his own food before looking back at Hadrian making sure that he was eating his food as well. He was the perfect Dominant, making sure that he got the food he needed. Soon the bowl in Hadrian's hands was empty and he set it aside. The Khal stood up and walked in front of him and same as last night, Drogo stripped out of his clothing and weapons before slowly, almost with an air of caution, removing Hadrian's tunic and pants. Hadrian didn't fight his husband, but did fidget when Drogo's large work callused hands brushed up against Hadrian's skin.

Drogo moved them both to the middle of the furs, and this time Hadrian willingly moved closer to the larger man with a blush firmly on his cheeks. They were both naked...again.

Hadrian pushed his embarrassment down and shifted closer and set his head on Drogo's bare chest and curling into the man's side, letting himself drift into the deep sleep for the second time.

He could definitely get used to this...

Hadrian never noticed the surprised look on the Khal's face, the large man never expecting Hadrian to feel as comfortable with him as he did.

"Mine." Drogo growled softly before letting himself drift into a light slumber.

At Hogwarts (One Month Later)

Severus had to keep up appearances. That meant that he had to go to back to the damn school and pretend to be one of Dumbledore's lakeys. It had been three weeks since he had the dreaded 'conversation' with two possessive werewolves and a worried Grim animagus about their cub being sold to the Dothraki.

Severus had stormed into their house and force fed them each a calming draught before he told them everything. Starting when Severus saw Hadrian for the first time, Severus being Tobias who they have all heard about from Hadrian, and all the way up to the point of Severus coming back and reporting (Lying) to Dumbledore.

At the end both werewolves eyes were almost pure gold, they were angry but they also looked extremely worried for their cub. Then Severus told them about his plan of them sneaking through the veil and joining Hadrian and the Dothraki. They immediately agreed, they would give the headmaster hell and would get to their cub if it was the last thing they did.

A week later he also told them about his partner, who would be coming along as well. It was a shock to all of them when Charlie Weasley, the Dragon handler walked in the room and gave Severus a peck on the lips before looking over the plans they had made so far.

It had taken three weeks to fortify their plan until it was one hundred percent foolproof. They decided to go through the Veil during on of the Hogwarts council meetings, during that time Dumbledore and all of the higher up politicians would be at Hogwarts, along with many of the Aurors who would all be there to guard them. The only problem was that it would be happening a little over a month from now.

Over two months from when Hadrian was married to the Khal.

Severus was still making a mental list of everything they would need to bring and would need to get to the veil and find Hadrian after they finally made it there.

Severus was broken from his planning by the doors to the great hall being slammed open by a furious James Potter, who was quickly followed by Lily.

"Albus!" James practically yelled as he passed the tables full of stunned students, including Lucas Potter. "We just got back from our trip to Paris and the wards on the house are gone!"

Dumbledore's mouth dropped open along with many of the other Professors, that were sitting at the head table.

"Are you sure, James my boy? That does not seem possible, Lucas was there last week to make sure that his magic would keep the wards as strong as ever. He said they were still as strong as always." It was well known that the Potter's wards were the strongest in the world. Every ward that is ever put on a family's home is run and kept strong by the family it is bonded to. The family had to return, once a month even for just a moment to keep the wards strong. That was why when the Potters when on a trip, they always came back once a month so Lucas could keep the wards strong.

After all, the squib had no magic and had no way of keeping their precious Lucas safe from everyone that wanted to hurt him. The other "boy" was only in the way, he would take the fame away from Lucas. Lily and James refused to let that happen, it would ruin all of them. Merlin be damned, a Squib in the potter family! An embarrassment to all of them.

"Dumbledore, what is wrong with the wards? Bloody hell, there isn't even a sign that they were ever there." He paused, a slightly crazed look entered Lily potter's eyes. "It was him, wasn't it? That boy did it. Didn't he!? That no good waste of space must have messed with the wards…" She trailed off mumbling to herself.

"I do not know. I will have your wards looked at as soon as I can. For now stay here at Hogwarts until they are fixed." Dumbledore told them.

Severus nearly burst out in laughter when he realized that the wards had fallen because Hadrian had been away from the Potter Estate for exactly one month and a day. Dumbledore had even sent the idiotic boy back to the estate, but he was so low in magic that he couldn't even sense that the wards were gone. How Pathetic.

He couldn't wait to see the headmaster finally realized that Hadrian was in no way the squib boy that they all believed he was.