Chapter 4

Gathering what little courage he had left in his small body, Kreacher gazed up at his mistress, only to take a shaky breath and look away.

He closed his eyes, and admitted, "When the young master was a baby... Mistress Wulburga performed a spell to see is Young Master had a creature mate.

She is disgusted when she finds that he's a dominant. No future Lord Black would be mated to a filthy creature, she said. She raged for days before she found a solution. It was a potion… a potion most evil, that would completely suppress Young Master Sirius's desire for his submissive.

After the potion was brewed and found to work, Mistress gave it to young master and killed the potions master that brewed it. Young Master Sirius, from then on thinks that anything else besides 'normal accepted pureblood relations' was unnatural and disgusting. But Kreacher was smart. Kreacher saved the bottle that had a few drops of the evil potion left in it, yes he did, in the hopes that the Young Master woulds one day find love and happiness."

Looking stricken at the thought of what had happened to his dominant, he glared.

"Give me the remnants of that potion, Kreacher, and then bring me Severus Snape. Make haste, Kreacher."

"This matter is of the utmost importance, do you understand me?" Hadrian ordered, not looking when the house elf bowed and popped away. He started to pace, worrying his plump lip between his fangs. He didn't stop when he heard a popping sound and a grunt of pain. He accidentally slit his lip on his fang. Licking the wound to heal it, he waited.

"Why did Black's infernal house elf bring me here, Potter?!" Severus yelled at the alluring young man who looked nothing like his sworn, now long dead, enemy. Quickly spinning around, his long hair whipping behind him, Hadrian let a sneer mar his angelic face.

He glanced down at his most hated professor, smoothing down his shirt.

"I know of the life debt that you owe my father and therefore owe me… and I've come to call it in," Hadrian bit out in an icy voice, fueled by the anger that he had for Walburga.

The room temperature dropped a few degrees as he scowled at Severus Snape. The man in question went ghostly pale.

Without looking up at the beautiful teen above him, he asked in a shaky voice, "What do you want, Potter? "

The prideful man suddenly felt the blood in his veins cool. He knew that, with the way that he had treated the young man, Hadrian could call for his death. He suddenly felt powerless, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Feeling invigorated by the rush of endorphins that having the vindictive man hopeless on his knees in front of him brought, Hadrian licked his lips. "You, my dear, dear Severus, will find me an antidote to this potion. When you have it completed, and it works, your debt will be repaid."

He took a pause to savour his next words.

"I am not a patient man, my sneaky serpent, so unless you wish to face the… consequences, you will make this potion your top priority. Do you understand me, Severus?" Hadrian asked as he seductively ran his poison tipped nail down the mans pallid face.

Gulping down nervously, Severus stomped his flare of unwanted arousal into submission.

"The potion shall be made as quickly as I can manage."

Smirking in satisfaction, Hadrian handed him the vial Kreacher had discreetly passed to him.

"Do it quickly, Severus Snape, and do it right. Your life is on the line."

After receiving a wave of dismissal from Hadrian, Kreacher popped out with the deathly pale Potions Master. Holding a smooth hand to his heart, Hadrian looked mournfully at the picture of Sirius.

"Soon, my mate. Soon," He whispered brokenly into the emptiness surrounding him.

AN: Finally done! I think perhaps this is my longest chapter yet. Many thanks to my Beta, YouSlyGriffindor, who has made my vision even better.