The Truth of Blood
Disclaimer: *Checking pockets*... nope still not mine.
An: I know it's been ages and you all have every right to kick my ass, but in my defence my labtop... with the chapters... was in the workshop from December to 15th Jan... so... FORGIVE ME!
As a forgiveness present I have a nice loooong chapter for you
Note: KOSEMOSE Elpin! I do love my BETA
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Chapter 3: Some explaining to do
Harry sat on the burgundy leather couch rubbing his sweating hands nervously against each other. Godric had led him to one of the couches in the sitting room, the other seats and chair already occupied by Eric, Sookie the Human and another vampire that Harry had no bloody clue who was. How did he get into these situations? He could easily imagine the malicious sneer on Snape's face as he tried to worm himself out of the hole he'd created.
The others were surprisingly silent, seemingly willing to wait for Harry to collect himself, but if he had to be honest the quiet scrutiny of three vampires was more then a little unnerving. Licking his lips, he thought he could start with asking them if they knew anything about magic.
As he straightened, he let his green eyes glance over the occupants of the sitting room before opening his mouth. He stopped, however, before uttering the first syllable when he saw the front door that had been haphazardly put into its place. He could practically hear Moody's 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' barking from behind him when Harry realised that he had almost had a discussion about magic in a room with a broken front door in a hotel filled with vampires… vampires that had more than excellent hearing…
Shaking his head at his own stupidity he was just about to pull his wand out of his sleeve before his eyes settled on Sookie the human once more.
"Wait a minute… Are you Muggle?" despite the low hum of traffic outside his voice rang rather loudly in the silent room.
"What's a muggle?" the blond's southern drawl became even more pronounced when she struggled to pronounce the foreign word.
Harry almost cursed when he realised that he'd not only already used his wand in front of her once, but almost had again without even checking to see if she was covered by the Secrecy Act. He was getting real sloppy in his old age. Wait… didn't the Americans call non-magic users something else?
"I mean, are you a mundane?"
Her confused expression was more than enough for Harry. However, she wasn't the one who answered his question. The silent, older and seemingly brooding vampire at her side suddenly seemed to find a backbone.
"Now see here young sir, Sookie is anything but mundane." He also had a southern accent, but the 'young sir' led Harry to believe correctly that he'd been born when chivalry still existed. At the vampire's comment Harry face-palmed and groaned loudly, now knowing that he had undoubtedly broken the Secrecy Act and even exposed himself to a vampire who knew nothing. He glanced quickly at Godric and saw to his utter astonishment a small smirk playing ever so subtly in the corned of his lips. He's amused! Harry groaned again, wondering how he was going to get out of this. In the end he decided with a small sigh that since no owls or American Aurors had showed up that he might as well continue.
Removing the wand from his sleeve and ignoring Eric's stiffening back and the curious looks of the others, Harry casually waved his wand towards the door muttering a quiet Reparo. The door jumped up on its hinges and was quickly restored to perfect condition before Harry once more waved his wand, this time adding silencing charms and anti-spying charms to the suite.
"What… how? Tha' was like magic!!"
Harry just looked into the wide eyes of Sookie and the slightly apprehensive eyes of the vampire at her side before sighing once more.
"Correction, that was magic. My name is Harry Potter and I am a wizard."
The silence that filled the room after that statement was rather ominous, and Harry swore he could hear a cricket somewhere.
"You are Harry Potter? The Harry Potter?" Harry turned his astonished gaze to face the blond vampire Eric. They knew of him? Harry had never been comfortable with his fame and had always remained voluntarily ignorant of his renown, but to actually find Muggle vampires in America who knew him was a bit of a novelty for even Harry.
"Um… yeah. I'm Harry Potter." Despite living with his fame since he was eleven he still couldn't help the slight blush covering his cheeks at the blond's frank stare that seemed to caress his entire body before ending on the faded scar on his forehead.
"Um… whadd'ya mean the Harry Potter? And whadd'ya mean magic? First vampires, now wizards!!"
Harry turned his wide eyes towards the almost hysterical human. Is she stupid or something? She was sitting in a room with three vampires and she found him being a wizard unbelievable?
"Yes, and the door just wanted to fix itself without any outside interference." Harry silently thanked Eric for his lazy and slightly insulting comment. He saw the brooding vampire stiffen slightly at the tone but one look from Eric had him backing down. Interesting. There sure was some history with this group and Harry wondered perhaps if Eric had sired 'old, dark and brooding' on the couch.
"Now children, settle down. Perhaps we should formally introduce ourselves?" Godric's voice was the same calming tones as before as his gracefully diffused the rising tension in the room.
"I am, as you may have heard, Godric. Eric," at this the dark-haried vamp gestured towards the blond. "…is my childe. The lovely woman in front of you is Sookie Stackhouse from Bon Temps, Louisiana and the vampire by her side is William Compton, also a resident of Bon Temps. "
Harry nodded politely to the others, trying to come across as nice and non-threatening. He really wanted to live the night through after all.
"Now perhaps you would care to explain to us how you came to find yourself here this early morning and just what you poured down my throat to let me witness the sun without pain for the first time in two thousand years?"
That statement was pointed and drew a surprised 'what' from Eric and a disbelieving gaze from William the vamp. Clearly Eric hadn't heard the particulars of Godric's rescue before rushing off to check on his Sire.
Harry ended up scratching the back of his head in another nervous gesture, before thinking what the hell, I'm probably screwed anyway.
"As I said, my name is Harry Potter and I'm from England. I have studied potions now for almost ten years now, but still can't get my Master as all the prejudice idiots care more about grants then research…"
And so began a two-hour long talk about the magic world and the war they had had. All the talking had made Harry a bit thirsty and he had drawn more astounding looks when he had pulled his wand and conjured some tea. After offering Sookie some and ignoring her 'it tastes just like real tea!' he continued with the end of the war.
"…. We lost a lot of people on both sides. Though luckily both 'Mione and the Weasleys except Percy pulled through all right. Fred lost his ear and Bill's scars will never be healed even with magic, but I still counted myself lucky." Harry swallowed heavily thoughts lost in the past and those last hectic months trying to find the Horcruxes and destroying Tom. Taking a sip of his Darjeeling tea, he continued a bit more.
"I had thought that the British wizarding world would have learned its lesson. Voldemort's campaign was after all played on the centuries old cleavages in our society and I guess we had all hoped it would get better. It didn't last."
It became quiet in the room as Harry sat reminiscing. The actions of the British wizards always left a bad taste on his tongue and later the actions of his once friends and family was something he wished he never had to see.
"They didn't learn did they? And am I guessing correctly that us vampires coming 'out of the coffin' so speak didn't turn out favourably?" It was surprisingly Eric that had spoken. His tone was much lower and more understanding than his sharp comments towards both Godric and William previously.
"Got it in one," Harry sighed again before gathering himself to finish his tale.
"It started with the little things. Daily there were comments in the newspapers from people wanting to know who would pay for the restoration of the damaged property during the war. It didn't help that Hogwarts had to increase their tuition fee as well as the Ministry barely had enough in their coffers to pay their own employees much less start rebuilding, though I guess mismanagement and corruption didn't help either. It took less then a year before the Weasleys started to hint that I had to do something. That it was somehow my responsibility to help people rebuild. They were already pretty upset that I had refused to hunt down the remaining Death Eaters and Ron didn't speak to me a full three weeks after I attended the Malfoy trial to speak out for them. I guess the embers where just burning low and soon enough there was talk about how to stop it from happening again. It automatically became the purebloods fault since most of Voldemorts supporters were old wizarding families. I know the Malfoys decided to abandon Malfoy manor and move to one of their estates in France and I know several other of my old school mates did the same. It really didn't help that it was the purebloods that had most of the money and businesses as well. At the time I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I was still alive. That I suddenly had a future and could do what I wanted with it."
Harry stopped again here, once more lost in thoughts and failed to notice the somewhat fierce expression covering both Godric's and Eric's visages for a second. Harry didn't really have the stomach to finish the story. There were just so many painful memories before he'd finally escaped England, and though he had a rather strange reaction to Godric didn't mean he was about to spill everything to complete strangers. He had already talked about far more things then he was comfortable with. Instead he focused on what he knew Godric was interested in.
"The potion I pretty much made you drink was a sun-block potion. It basically lets the cells in your skin to become temporarily immune to the full UV rays of the sun. It's not very good at the moment, and I know the older the vampire the less tolerant they are of the sun. I'm just calling it an Emergency potion for now but I am hoping to better it, and that's why I was here in Dallas collecting potion ingredients."
"Harry."
The young man's head snapped up to gaze at Godric who gazing with the same warm grateful eyes Harry had seen before.
"It was more then enough. Those five minutes meant more to me then you can ever imagine."
Harry's green eyes sparkled as his magic hummed by his happy mood. He smiled warmly into Godric's dark eyes before whispering once more a 'you're welcome.' Green eyes locked into dark as emotions were exchanged in the sudden stillness of the room. Harry couldn't help the slight blush steal over his cheeks the longer he looked at Godric's surprisingly warm eyes. As the vampire in front of him smiled ever so slightly, clearly enjoying the scrutiny, Harry's eyes flashed down on the vamp's pale pink lips. I wonder how he lips would feel against mine? His eyes widened in disbelief at where his thoughts had once again taken him and he quickly broke their little staring contest before clearing his throat.
The awkwardness following the staring contest certainly wasn't lessened when Harry glanced over at Sookie and her vamp and finding them both with slight looks of suspicious, awe and disbelief, thought Sookie was actually gaping rather unbecomingly.
"At what do you know of the situation of the Vampire League here in America?"
It was Eric that asked and Harry was grateful for the rapid change in topic.
"Not much. I know that the major battle for vampire rights are fought here in America as the old families in Europe don't really care all that much for humans anyhow and aren't really bothered with 'coming out'."
Harry knew that just like wizards, the vampires had migrated to the Colonies not long after the first pilgrims had arrived. While the wizarding families in Europe prided themselves on their pedigree and pure blood, here in the states the 'old' families were the ones that had first colonized America. He also knew that what the Muggles referred to as 'The Lost Colony', the Roanoke Colony, had actually been made Unplottable and pretty much served as one of the first magical colonies in America. As for the vampires, Harry assumed they had pretty much followed their prey.
"Yes, you are correct Harry, the older vampires, especially those on the Council really don't care all that much for Americas, but recent events have put America and the vampires here in the spotlight." Godric's visage tightened a bit and a sense of seriousness permeated the room.
"Yes, we are having problems with a local church, the Fellowship of the Sun. They are not only campaigning against vampire rights, but their reverend, a man named Steve Newlin…" Godric fell silent, and Harry got the distinct feeling that something more had happened.
"Why don't you tell him the rest as well Godric. Tell him how you went to the church willingly, knowing you would be barbecued and the only reason you came back was that Sookie here got herself kidnapped by the same church.-"
"You know my reasoning for that Eric.-" Godric interrupted, but was quickly cut off again by his childe.
"I still have trouble believing that you truly wanted to 'go quietly into the morning light' and you were hoping that this would somehow convince those cowardly meat-sacks to drop their plans. Newlin is deranged, and considering Stan's comments, it is most likely that a vampire did murder his father. You know as well as I that people like that, hellbent on revenge, cannot be negotiated with!"
Eric grew more flustered as his speech wore on; he'd already risen from the couch and was now pacing quickly back and forth. Harry bit his lip against voicing his own opinion. Though he thought Godric's goal had been rather noble, it also seemed a foolish attempt, no doubt coloured by the fact that the man didn't want to exist anymore. But Harry knew people, bullies, like this Reverend Newlin and he agreed with Eric. A man with such a zeal, who no doubt thought it was a divine mission of some kind, would never stop.
"And then you simply accepted it when Flanagan took your position as sheriff away from you! Without challenging him! And then…! Then you walk onto the bloody roof!"
"My childe, I am so-"
"No!"
Eric had thrown himself onto the carpet by his sire's feet and Harry could only watch in sympathy as the tall blond man had to fight not to break down in front of them.
"Fan ta dig, Godric! Du ville lämna mig!" (Fuck you Godric! You were going to leave me!)
At that Godric's face crumpled and he dragged his distraught childe onto the couch. It would have been a rather amusing sight to see the slight figure of Godric managing such a feat, but the atmosphere and the seriousness of the situation prevented any mirth gathering. Instead Harry scooted back on the couch a little and gracefully pulled Eric's long legs across his own so the long man could lie on the couch.
"William, Sookie, would you be so kind as to excuse us for a bit," Godric more or less demanded without looking up from Eric who was still had his arms wrapped around his sire's waist, still mumbling phrases in Swedish that were too low for Harry to pick up.
William the vamp seemed to fully understand and was also looking sadly towards Eric, making Harry wonder again about their relationship. The human girl, Sookie however didn't really seem to get the situation or understand the feeling behind it as she was staring almost mesmerized at the figure of Eric. No doubt she was surprised at the strong man breaking down like that, but still Harry wished she could have a little more tact as she was practically dragged from the room by her boyfriend. As the door closed, Harry turned to Godric and tried to speak as quietly as he could.
"Do you want me to leave?"
Godric's dark eyes captured his green ones and slowly shook his head no. Harry just nodded and remained respectfully quiet as the large blond vampire managed to gather himself once more. His blond head was lying on Godric's lap while his sire's fingers were slowly weaving through the pale locks.
"Varför, Godric. Snella." (Why, Godric. Please)
Godric sighed before bending over to kiss Eric's forehead. It was such an intimate moment that Harry felt distinctly out of place, especially since it didn't seem that Eric had even noticed that his feet were thrown across Harry's own lap.
"Det är svårt, Eric. Jag var så trött. Människor forändrar sig hela tiden, mens vi vampyrer inte gör det. Jag blev så trött av det. Jag är så ledsen, mitt barn." (It's hard, Eric. I was so tired. Humans change all the time, while we vampires stay the same. I became so tired. I am so very sorry, my child"
"Svär du aldrig kommer att göra det igen!" (Swear you will never do it again!)
Godric bit his lip looking hard at his childe, seemingly wondering if he could swear something like that.
"Snella!" (Please!)
"Mitt barn, jag… vet inte om jag kan lova." (My childe, I don't know if I can promise that"
"You bloody well shall!"
Harry could keep quiet no longer. The very thought of Godric trying to kill himself again, leaving Eric and himself behind hurt so much that Harry was surprised his didn't see an actual knife sticking out of his chest. His cheeks however flooded with blood, as both vampires suddenly seemed to remember his presence. The pale blue eyes of Eric and the dark eyes of Godric gazed at him in something between amazement, shock, suspicion and admiration.
"Du förstår svenska?" (You understand Swedish?)
"Ikke svensk. Jeg har vært mange ganger i Norge for å lete etter noen spesialle planter og dyr og plukket opp litt norsk. Beklager!" (Not Swedish. I've been many times in Norway looking for some special plants and animals and picked up a little Norwegian. Sorry!)
Harry managed to stutter out in his heavily accented Norwegian.
Godric's eyes seemed to blaze with inner fire as he gazed at Harry in amusement.
"It seems we vastly underestimated you. Though considering just who you are we really shouldn't."
Though Harry desperately wanted to question them about their knowledge of himself, he instead focused on Eric hus face set in seriousness.
"I will do everything in my power to make sure you don't lose your sire Eric, I promise." Godric shocked exclamation was ignored as Harry held Eric's gaze trying to convince him of his sincerity.
"We shall see"
It was said with a rather menacing growl and Harry almost expected to see the vampires fangs descend as well.
"Eric…. Harry…"
Harry's eyes locked once more into Godric's.
"I know you want to live. Or else you wouldn't have fought me when I poured that potion down your throat. You are not apathetic to life. I will not allow you to just walk away after two thousand years and if it is within my power I will make sure you meet the next two thousand years with passion." Harry's magic swirled around the room, almost taking Harry's words as an oath, but it didn't really bother the wizard because he was going to make good on his promise.
"Why little wizard? Why do you care so much?"
Several thoughts passed through Harry's mind, some more arousing than others and he just couldn't prevent the blush from spreading over his cheeks.
"I just… just…"
Harry didn't manage to finish as Eric suddenly rose from the couch and walked to his other side where he proceeded to actually lift Harry from the couch and move him to the middle. Ignoring Harry's yelp of shock, the two vampires where suddenly pressed to his sides, noses sniffing up and down his bare neck. Harry found the temperature in the room increasing rapidly and his throat suddenly parched.
"Åh gud hur gott han luktar." (Oh God, how good he smells)
Harry couldn't help the blush from growing and considering the twin growls he heard from his neck he had no doubt that the two vampires could smell it perfectly right along with his frantically beating heart.
"Känner du doften av magi?" (Can you smell the magic?)
Eric replied with a hum of acquiescence.
"Fantastisk"
Harry, despite having two vampires inches away from his main artery, found himself relaxing back into the couch. Though his mind was screaming at him in a voice vaguely similar to Mad-Eye Moody's, his body seemed to know he was safe.
"Är han din?" (Is he yours?)
Eric asked Godric, but it was Harry the replied first.
"Yes, I am… that is if you will have me?"
He suddenly felt nervous. What if Godric really wasn't interested in him like he was with the vampire? He thought that Godric would have kissed him in the bedroom before Eric interrupted but he couldn't be sure. Godric, however, didn't reply verbally, instead he proceeded to lift Harry easily across his lap and before the young wizard could even make a sound of protest at all the manhandling, his lips were finally claimed by the vampire that seem to attract him so.
The lips were amazingly soft for a male, but also considerably colder than normal. Harry was sure he would faint if his heart kept trying to beat out of his chest. He felt like swooning like some silly love-sick female in a Jane Austen novel. God, what was this? When he felt the cold wet lick of a tongue across his lips Harry knew he was home in a way he had never felt before. The strong tongue that entered his mouth was somewhat warmer than the lips but still considerably cooler than Harry's, but that made it all the more arousing. The contrast between the two made the heated kiss something completely otherworldly for Harry.
Moaning, he continued to battle the colder tongue before he eventually gave in. He felt light-headed and was sure the only thing keeping him grounded were the steel-like arms wrapped firmly around his waist.
The kiss ended when Harry's lungs were screaming at him for more oxygen, though if he were to think it through he was pretty sure that death by kissing a gorgeous vampire wasn't the worst way he could go.
"Yes, my little wizard. You are mine now."
Harry couldn't help but open his eyes and smile brilliantly at Godric. He saw the vampire's eyes warm in appreciation and he felt more then heard Eric's own indrawn breath. His happy magic was even making a small breeze flow gently through the room.
"You do know what it means to be mine? To be claimed by a vampire?"
Throwing his mind back to the vampire etiquette lessons Sanguini more or less and forced on him years before, Harry had a pretty good idea what being claimed like this would mean.
"I am yours. Everything I am is yours, my body, my blood, my breath and hopefully soon my heart."
"Exactly. You are well versed in vampire politics"
It was Eric that replied and with that Harry suddenly realised that he'd just made out with Godric with his childe pretty much sitting and watching. His cheeks were stained red again making Harry want to sigh in frustration. Honestly if this kept going he could just as well get a freakin' paintbrush and make it permanent.
Eric started to chuckle and Harry had the sudden need to hide his flaming face in Godric's shoulder.
"Suddenly shy, little wizard?"
That comment brought Harry back to a question that had been pressing on his mind for most of the evening.
"How is it that you know who I am? I thought that most vampires had as little to do with the wizarding world as possible?"
It was Godric that answered as he shuffled them about a bit on the couch. Harry suddenly found himself in a similar position that Eric had been, with his feet pulled across the blond's lap.
"Both Eric and I are considered 'children of the millennia' and we have both seen more then a little of life on this world, including several wizarding populations around the globe. Though none were quite as prejudice as the conclaves in Northern Europe. As for hearing about you Harry Potter, though I am not a part of the Council I still keep in contact with some of my older acquaintances. And they informed me of that this British Dark Lord of yours was apparently arrogant enough to approach the Council in the hopes of an alliance. Naturally the Council turned him down, but that didn't stop them nor myself in become somewhat interested in the comings and goings of the British Society, especially considering that several rogue clans joined him."
"Yeah, I remember that. Dumbledore was so thrilled that the Council had seen the 'light' as he put it and said no to Voldemort. Honestly, I thought they were just being smart and staying the hell away from British soil."
"Yes, of the old countries, Britain definitely has the most segregated and prejudice society. I know that many of the other wizarding societies were becoming increasingly worried as the acts of terrorism even spilled out among those you call Muggles. Both Eric and I saw the Millennium Bridge fall on television and I am guessing that the hurricane in Hertfordshire wasn't a natural disaster?"
Harry sighed at the question. Thinking about the war always made him depressed at all that had been lost.
"No, it wasn't. Voldemort let loose several mountain trolls he had apparently moved from Lichtenstein. The Aurors had a hell of a time modifying memories and explaining to the Prime Minister why over twenty British citizens were suddenly dead."
After the conversation stopped and the three males were left contemplating what revelations the day had brought.
"That Sookie girl. Is she really a Muggle? I would have thought I'd at least get a warning from the Department of Magics."
It was Eric that replied after chuckling a bit.
"You are right. Though Ms. Stackhouse is unaware of anything in the wizarding world she nevertheless possesses the ability to read minds."
That made Harry sit up.
"Really? Wonder if she could read mine… Hey wait, can she read yours? I know vampires are always naturally occlumatic and able to conceal their thoughts when they are turned."
"No you are right, she cannot read the thoughts of vampires. I always thought it had something to do with our undead nature."
There was a question hidden there that Harry chose to answer.
"The art of Occlumency is the ability to shield the mind from outside attacks. Legilimency is the wizarding equivalent of reading minds, though it requires magic and eye contact to maintain. It's a rather obscure branch of magic, but in the few studies of vampires that have been made, they seem to become natural occlumens after they are turned. It's theorized that it has something to do with the increased flow of information to the brain that being a vampire entails and that occlumency is the mind's natural defence making sure that the brain is properly able to organise the info from the increased senses. If she can't read yours, I'm pretty confidant she can't read mine either. Does she need eye contact to maintain the connection?"
It was Eric that answered while at the same time slowly rubbing his large hand up and down Harry's right calf. He wasn't sure what it was but it seemed to him that Eric's acceptance to him being Godric's was just as vital to him as being claimed by Godric. For some weird reason it made them seem more connected.
"No she can't really control her power. She reads everything and everyone. I think that's one of the reasons she's so enamoured with Bill Compton, as everything is quiet around vampires."
"Well that seems to be a shitty reason to be with someone. Seems more like she's using him though. Hm… I can probably get her a book about occlumency, but she'll need somebody to teach her both control and meditation techniques. Is she important to you?"
Eric seem to take his time to answer and Harry could swear he could see a small smile forming on Godric's lips.
"Her ability makes her useful and since she is living in Area 5 she falls under my jurisdiction".
Harry almost smiled himself, it was painfully obvious that Eric's interest in the young blond human wasn't as casual as he was claiming.
"I wonder what she is…"
Harry mused and felt another thrill of pleasure zigzaging down his spine as Godric squeezed his waist once more. It was heaven to be allowed to sit on the vampire's lap and feel those strong arms wrapped around him.
"Does she smell different to you? I mean different from a normal human?"
"I am not sure… Eric?"
"Mmmm. Yes, I am sure that there is some extra spice on her blood. But aside from her mental ability everything else about her is painfully normal."
"She might have some creature blood in her. That can sometimes lead to weird abilities amongst muggles."
Another short stillness enveloped the room, but it seemed more strained than the previous one. It really didn't help that Eric seemed to be somewhat agitated and having troubles sitting still.
"Enough. The real question is what will you do now Godric?"
Harry too wondered about that and turned to his vampire. The dark haired vampire sat unusually still for a moment, the way only a vampire can, before answering.
"I am not certain. I have been kicked out of area 9 and though I am certain the new sheriff Isabel will allow me to remain I have grown rather tired of both the place and the coven here."
"Ah, then the answer is easy. You will come and live with me in Shreveport, you too Harry if you wish."
Both Harry and Godric remained silent contemplating the offer.
"I would not want to impose my childe and to be frank I am a little leery of too much company at the moment. I feel…" Godric trailed off, a frown appearing on his face with his inability to explain exactly what he wanted without offending Eric.
"You feel lost. Like you've lost your place in the world and need time to find it again. Find some more purpose."
It was Harry who answered, having at least some clue what the suicidal vampire was dealing with. He was rewarded with a hug for his effort and that was when he came up with an answer that could benefit them both.
"What about I buy a house somewhere quiet? I need a place to work quietly and you could stay with me if you wanted? We could even look at that Bon Temps place."
Harry replied having some trouble pronouncing the name of the small town with his British accent. "That way we can have a quiet place for experimentation and we can still be close to Eric."
Harry chewed on his lip nervously as both vampires seemed to contemplate his offer.
"What about the potion you are developing. Would my older blood help in developing it?"
"Yes, since the older the vampire the less he can tolerate the sun. But I don't want you to feel obligated to help me!"
He got a laugh in reply and another hug around his waist.
"Nonsense, little wizard. Consider that I myself will benefit from any progress you make; I would more than happily provide you with some blood. But I insist that if we do buy a house together that you let me pay for it. Living for centuries has provided me with quite a bit of money."
Harry snorted. He couldn't help it. Though he was sure that both Eric and Godric were plenty loaded, he too had sizeable assets with the Black and Potter fortunes, not to mention his investments and selling his potions.
"Don't be silly. I have inherited more than enough money. Besides I have been meaning to settle down for some time now, and this Bon Temps place seems to be a nice and quiet town. It'll be perfect!"
He yelped as he was suddenly lifted off the couch once more before being settled down, this time astride Godric's lap. One of the vampire's arms came around to clutch his waist, while the other moved up to his chin holding it in place so that dark eyes could connect with green.
"You do know Harry, my little wizard, that I have no problem moving wherever you want to. You have already given me so much and I find myself wanting to be around you for the foreseeable future."
Though Harry was rather tired at being lifted around liked some rag-doll he couldn't help another brilliant smile washing over his face. It was more or less exactly what he wanted to hear. His magic fairly buzzed in the sitting room in happiness. That Godric was showing an interest in something was good. The last thing he needed was to wallow alone with his thoughts.
"Well, I don't want to take you away from Eric." Harry raised his own hand to lay it against Godric's cold cheek letting his thumb stroke the flawless skin. "You need your family around. Let us take care of you for a change. Let us love you."
"Jag håller med den lilla trollkarlen." (I agree with the little wizard)
Harry turned his head to smile towards Eric before focusing on Godric again.
"Please? Let's try and see where this goes. Let's just take everything one step at a time."
Godric switched his eyes between the pleading wizard on his lap and his pleading childe sitting to his right. He realised perhaps more profoundly in this moment than any before just how much he had hurt his childe. He had always thought of Eric to be a much stronger vampire then himself, but the bloody tracks on his cheeks stood out vividly as a reminder of the tears he had shed and forced Godric to realise what a selfish being he had been. He had thought only of his own suffering. He thought he had lost everything and then suddenly here he was contemplating moving close to his childe once more after centuries apart with a beautiful selfless wizard who had given him a gift more incredible than any other.
"I believe it will have to be a proper manor house, as I am loath to give up any of life's small comforts." was his reply in the end and the smiles blossoming told him that this was right. He was rewarded with a bold hard kiss from Harry and a one-armed hug from his childe.
"I can't wait to move. So… where is this Bon Temps place anyway?"
The two children of the night looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Laughter that only intensified when seeing the affronted look on the black-haired wizards face.
Harry smiled to himself secretly, delighted with hearing them both laugh. After so many years moving around he was finally settling down with most likely the weirdest family ever, but as he got another tender kiss he knew wouldn't have it any other way.
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AN: Once more I apologize that this has taken so long, will do better... but do have some exams coming up... *squeak* sorry!
Though Harry does come across as more subby and passive in this chapter, I'm blaming it on him being in the presence of three vamps, one of which he wants to get into the pants of... As you can guess, Harry is heading to the nice and quiet town of Bon Temps... where we all know that nothing out of the ordinary happens:D
Remember I would love to read you opinions on this chapter!
Cheers!
