Sorry for the delay and the short chapter, but here's chapter four! Please R&R!
Warnings: Adult language
Remus sat fully up and tensed. He watched as Harry blinked his eyes a few times then sucked in a deep breath and clawed at his head.
"Cub?" Remus questioned, he almost regretted asking my when the look of pure fear shone on Harry's eyes, like a lighthouse signaling to boats in the distance. He reached out for Harry, "What's wrong?"
Harry's eyes widened and a look of shock passed through his green orbs, and he flew into Remus's arms. "I-I thought you left me. Where...Where were you. Y-You weren't here. I looked for you..." He stuttered as he cling to Remus's thin frame.
Remus pulled away a bit and looked at his cub, the aroma of fear and anxiety was coming off his cub in waves, he quickly reassured him, "Harry. I am so, so, so sorry. I never meant for that to ever happen I'll never leave you. Promise."
He watched as Harry nodded and leaned back into Remus's arms again, still trembling a bit, but not as drastically. He smelt a wave of pain flood the scent of fear and Remus looked over Harry, obviously worried, and asked, "Are you hurting still?"
"Yeah." Harry answered, deciding he better be honest with the man - as much as it pained his pride. While looking anywhere besides Remus's remorseful face, he added "Alot.."
Remus nodded and gave his cub a small squeeze and handed him a small vile. "Here, this will help. It's made especially for ... your kind."
Harry frowned a bit at the wording but took the potion anyway with a small thanks. Immediately, his breathing evened and all his pain mellowed. He sat back down on the couch and burrowed into the covers and smiled at Remus, "Thanks Remy."
"Of course. I happened to notice that your glasses have miraculously disappeared." Remus inquired. He wanted to ask if his eyes were causing him pain yet, but he decided against the idea as soon as he saw Harry's shocked expression.
Shocked, Harry felt for his glasses. But their were none. "Wow..." He said and blinked. Everything was so clear, everything had a solid shape and it all looked so real. He had to hold back the instinct to reach out and feel everything.
He watched as Remus silently stood up and closed the blinds then turned off the lights with a slight wave of his wand. He blinked a few times adjusting his eyes and grinned. "I can see you and your gray cardigan just fine."
Remus laughed a deep belly laugh at Harry's tone; he really was his father's son, "That's great Harry!" For a while longer they continued to look at things in the dark, both sitting in a weirdly comfortable darkness.
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Back At Malfoy Manor
"Draco. Welcome." Severus said with a nod of his head, "I'm glad to see you accepted my offer."
Draco put his shrunken suitcase in his pocket, "Hello Severus. I'm glad to be here." He looked up at his godfather and was happy to realize that he was only a few inches shorter than the man.
Draco smirked and watched as his godfathers face lost a bit of its dangerously sharp edge, "I'm also glad to see that you aren't towering over me anymore."
Snape looked down his nose at the young man, then sniffed like a prat and finally glared. Suddenly, his glare broke and he gave Draco one of his rare smiles. "Ah. But you could be done growing, ever think of that?"
Draco laughed and leaned on his godfather a bit, putting a little under half his weight on him, he knew not to test the boundaries too much, especially when his eyes flashed, "you wish." He shot back and just grinned at the glare he gave him.
"What happen to little Draco who would cry at my vicious glares?" Snape questioned as his eye brow raised. Draco's quick wit gave Snape no time to watch as he formed the sentence in his head-which Snape usually did when anyone else spoke.
Draco grinned, "A Malfoy never cries. And your glares are pitiful, I think you've gone soft." Draco watched his godfather shoot him a sharper glare, but the mirth he allowed to show in his eyes gave him away.
"No," Snape rolled his eyes and said in a faked annoyed tone, "Malfoys can't show emotion period." He even added a little sniff at the end to perfect it; because every Malfoy is a rich prat.
Draco laughed, clearly amused by his godfather a antics. He secretly wished he would some day be able to always live like this, no fear, no anxiety, just joking around and enjoying life for what it was.
"Ah, Sev, I've missed you." Draco said in earnest when his laughter died down. 'I hope that didn't sound too sentimental...' He thought after a moment's hesitation.
Severus let his mask fall for a moment and gave the blond a soft smile, "I've missed you too."
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Last Day of the Second Week
"Hey Harry, you okay?" Remus asked as he watched Harry's sweat and tremble.
"Yes, I'm doing really fucking dandy Remus!" Harry snarled, "I'm only growing a whole new organ, Thank you very much!"
Remus bit back a smile as memories floated back into his head of his Hogwarts days, where James and Sirius would talk to him on the same tone when he wouldn't allow them to copy homework. He broke o it of his reminiscing and grinned at the lad.
"I'm sorry Harry. I wish I could do something." Remus said with sensitivity and a ghost of a reminiscing smile on his face.
Harry sniffed and grimaced. "It's fine. I'm sorry too."
Remus nodded and watched in pain as his cub curled up n a tighter ball and tensed, then his skin slowly started growing dark, into dark scales, and soon Harry was in Dragon form. The small Dragon burrowed into the couch and whined, reminding Remus of a small wolf pup.
Letting instincts take over, Remus answered with a pitying whine and sat next to the Dragon pup and ran his hand through the shiny and smooth scales. Harry stopped shaking a bit and pushed into Remus's touch.
'The wolf is part of my pack. My herd. My flock. He's one of mine.' Harry internally thought in his Dragon mind. His human side took over and found the right word, 'he's family.' He thought.
He voiced his thoughts in a soft snarl and whine and Remus nodded at him, letting him know he agreed. Harry smiled and let his Dragon fae mind take back over so he could rest. After all, a nap sounded great at that moment.
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"It's simply called the Patrimoine Draught.
"That's it?" Draco questioned, "Doesn't that translate into heritage in French?"
Snape nodded with a proud smile lingering on his solemn face. He stalked into his personal potions cupboard and grabbed out the necessary ingredients. When he walked back out Draco was standing with the proper potions cauldron and utensils, and a knowing smirk on his face.
"Good job." Snape acknowledged and allowed a bit of pride to shine through his mask. After all, he didn't willingly hand out compliments very often.
"Grab that powdered root and dice it into miniscule cubes, Draco." Severus instructed as he picked up the duddler root and squeezed the juice out of it with side of his knife.
"So, Sev..?" Draco startled as he continued to chop, careful not to slice any of the seeds, "How do you know of this potion?"
Draco watched out of the corner of his eye as his godfather contemplated his answer and how his eyes seemed to flash between light and darkness. After what seemed like hours, but must've only been seconds, Severus started to speak.
"Well. I haven't told you this before, and your father doesn't know - he won't know-" Severus warned with a bit of edge filling his tone, "but I actually am half black angel. At first, I wasn't sure, so I invented the potion when I was 18 or so."
Draco gasped and he had to actually stop himself from dropping the life to his feet and chopping g off his toes, "you are half black angel?! Aren't they supposed to have been all dead and gone. And even if they were alive, they were rumored to have predestined mates! How is that possible?!"
Snape sent Draco a silencing glare that cut through his questions, "They are not extinct, obviously." He drawled with another glare,"And I did have a predestined mate, unfortunately he denied me, and because I am not a white or gray angel, I didn't have to die. Instead I am not allowed any other mate, I am lucky though. Most would have died in my case." He explained.
Draco creased his eyebrows, "He? You're gay? Who was he?" He inquired.
Snape rolled his eyes, not the slightest bit amused by Draco's shock, "I am bisexual, not that I would've had much choice in the matter either way. He was..." Severus took a moment to stop moving and actually look Draco in the eye, "He was Regelus Black."
"Isn't he one of my cousins? Why don't you go after him? Make him fall for your greasy, snarling self?" The blind inquired jokingly.
Snape glared and looked away, "H-" his voice cracked, then he took a breath and told himself to stop with all his stupid emotion. "He died." Severus threw up an extra set of shields in his mind and told himself they would block out emotion.
Draco suddenly grew ashamed. He stood closer to his godfather and put a gentle hand in the man's shoulder, "I'm so sorry Sev."
Severus nodded then stepped away, leaving Draco's hand to fall back to his side. "Back to work?" Draco asked after a moment.
"Yes." Snape answered, void of emotion.
Draco looked at his godfather and physically saw him as he "shut down" so to say. He wished he could do something - anything to make the man feel better, He went to touch the man on the shoulder gently when he flinched and turned even farther away. Draco held back a sigh and ignored the slight watering of his eyes and told himself to man up.
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