Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas for the AU plot, as well as any and all errors in spelling and grammar. I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. Any recognizable lines, characters or places in this work are inspired by the HP books and Movies.
Warnings: AU Slash/ Parings SS/LM, Mpreg, Bad Dumbles, Good Voldie, Dursley Abuse, Hermione bashing, some Weasley Bashing, possible Sirius, Remus bashing.
Rating: M for violence, Lemons, language and my own paranoia
"Regular speech"
'Personal thoughts'
*A leanbh (uh LAN-uv): Literally "my child."
Chapter 6
"Sev, please," Lucius begged.
"Alright, alright, our son…is a Gryffindor."
"Sorry Sev, I must have misunderstood, did I just hear you say our son is a Gryffindor?" Lucius asked slowly, torn between amusement and disbelief.
"Yes Luc, I said our son is a Gryffindor. In his dream he had a Gryffindor banner hanging on his bedroom wall, ergo his is in the house of the Lions." Severus said, his tone implying he was talking to someone with a lower intellect then his.
Severus watched his husband closely as he took in the fact that his only son was a Lion. In the privacy of their quarters, Lucius had dropped his usual mask, and Severus was able to see his loves every emotion flit across face. Denial, mild disgust, resignation and humor all crossed his Mate's handsome features.
'Humor? Why would Lucius be amused?' Severus thought warily.
"Who is he then?" Lucius asked, his eyes glittering with mischief.
"Hmmm?" Severus replied his head tilted inquisitively an eyebrow arched.
"The man you had an affair with, who is he, because I know that no child of mine could possibly be a…" He gulped. "Gryffindor." He said with a sneer, trying to look upset by the thought But in the end he could not hid his delight at being one step closer to finding their childe.
"I hate to be the bearer of such distasteful news, but I have never strayed, so husband mine, the Gryffindor is indeed yours." Severus said looking as consoling as he could without laughing.
'Laughing over this, it must be the stress.' he thought.
Lucius stepped closer to his husband before heaving an overly dramatic sigh, mock despair settling on his face.
"How could a Gryffindor come from such Slytherin loins?" he said teasingly with a sweeping gesture towards his manhood. "It must be your fault, you have the lion gene." Lucius concluded with a smirk.
"Of course love, if you say so." Severus said indulgently.
"A Bloody Gryffindor." Lucius murmured unbelievingly, his legs collapsing from beneath him as he sat on the bed.
Severus walked over and sat down beside him, laying his head on his husbands shoulder.
"He may be a Gryffindor, but he is our Gryffindor Luc."
"Yes A Chuisle he is, and Gryffindor or not, I love him just the same."
"We both do." Severus affirmed.
"Will you tell me about the dream my love?" Lucius asked as he gently kissed his husbands raven head.
Severus heaved a sigh.
"It, It was atrocious love, and knowing that it really happened to him, I-."Severus' said haltingly as he struggled to find the words.
"Try starting from the beginning Sev." Lucius encouraged his distraught Mate.
Lucius watched as his husband took a deep breath pulling himself together.
"I was pulled into our son's dream by the bond. It is getting stronger, the pull to know who our son, he will need us soon, but that is beside the point at the moment. In the dream everything was blurred, but the moment I realized I was in our son's dream, the room came into focus, though I could not see our son, just a blur where he was. He, he's living with Muggles Luc. Muggles! Our son probably thinks he is a Muggle-Born!" Severus said, his voice rising as he spoke.
Lucius said nothing as he contemplated his son living with Muggles.
"Are you absolutely sure it was his bedroom? He could have been dreaming about visiting a friend." Lucius said.
"It was his room Lucius. The detail in the dream could only come from spending a lot of time there, and what was happening in the room would not have happened if he was visiting a friend." Severus informed his husband, his voice going flat.
"Please tell me you did not join our son in the middle of a sex dream." Lucius said, his tone teetering between joking to relive the tension, and pleading for it to not be true. He really did not want to imagine his son wanking, snogging, or doing anything without clothes on.
"No," Severus said his voice grave. "It was much worse." He took a breath, and grasped tightly to his husbands hand, using it to ground him.
"There was another figure in the room with our son. It was blurred and just like our son, I couldn't make out the features, but it was obviously male and he was absolutely enormous. The size of a small hippopotamus at least, and he, he was beating our son Luc. Our childe! The over sized Muggle hit our son over and over as he pinned against the bed so he couldn't escape! Then as the blows stopped, the Muggle grabbed him by the throat a proceeded to strangle him, before the blurred shape started morphing into Albus Sodding- Dumbledore, who continued to strangle the childe! He spoke to him Luc and it scared our son so badly that I felt it!" Severus was raving by the end of his tale, and had given up the death grip on his Mates hand, in favor of pacing the length of the room.
Lucius sat frozen, his body screaming for oxygen, but his mind seemed to have forgotten how to go about getting it. His husband had, unintentionally he was sure, sent flashes of the dream through their bond as he told him what he had seen. Watching his son be abused was not something Lucius ever wanted to see, and now that he had, he did not know what to think or how to feel. There was such a tidal wave of thoughts and emotions in his being, Lucius was not sure which way was up. Just as he felt he was drowning in his emotions he heard a voice calling his name. He tried to focus on the voice, but the thoughts just kept swirling, and the voice alone was not enough to pull him out.
Lucius heard someone sigh and suddenly warm lips ghosted across his lips, before firmly pressing against his mouth, gently attempting to coax a response from his numb lips. It took several seconds for Lucius' mind to catch up with his sense enough to allow him to return the kiss. As he began to respond, his Mates tongue lapped at his bottom lip encouraging him to open, asking for entry. Lucius quickly opened, allowing his mate's tongue to slide into his willing mouth. As Severus deepened the kiss he gently leaned in to his husband forcing Lucius to lean back on the bed, resting his weight on his palms behind him. For the next few minutes, neither man thought of anything but the loving, languid kisses, until they broke apart breathing heavily.
"Better my love?" Severus asked gently.
"I-yes it's just hard to imagine our son being abused in such a caviler manner. He should have been loved and cherished, not beaten down. I failed him Sev, as the dominate in our relationship, I'm supposed to protect you both and, I didn't." Lucius said guilt and despair clear on his face.
"Oh husband mine; you could not have prevented this! We thought he was dead, and it took us years to give in and accept that as fact. Once we find him we will protect him, help him heal, and you can personally over protect him and I to your heart's content. Severus said empathetically.
"Your right of course." Lucius said both frustrated and exasperated.
"Naturally." Came Sev's smug reply.
"Alright, what do we know about our son?" Lucius asked, determined to find their childe as soon as possible.
"Definitively we know that he is fifteen and abused." Severus said slowly. "We are reasonably certain that he is a Gryffindor and that he lives with Muggles." He continued thoughtfully.
"How many male Muggle-borns are there in the fifth year Gryffindor class?" Lucius asked.
"As far as I know the only Muggle-born in the Lions fifth year is Granger who is, as far as I know female. Out of the boys Longbottom, and Weasley are Pure Bloods and Thomas, Finnegan, and Potter are Half-Bloods." Severus said in disappointment.
Lucius huffed.
"It couldn't be that simple could it, I was hoping we would be able to narrow down our choices through blood purity, but obviously that won't work."
"No, whoever took our child is hiding him well, and with Finnegan, Thomas, and Potter all having ties to the Muggle world we cannot break it down any farther." Severus said.
"Well I suppose we will just have to be resigned to waiting, and watching closely. You said the bond is getting insistent; our childe must be getting close to needing his first feed we will be pulled to him soon." Lucius said in an attempt to be reassuring.
"Yes, let's just hope he doesn't drain half the castle before we get to him." Severus said in frustration.
Lucius was not sure how to respond to that statement as it was a legitimate concern. If his son needed to feed and did not get their blood soon after the bloodlust hit, the childe would go through the castle killing all in his way, in an attempt to quench his thirst. Unfortunately, nothing but his fathers' blood would satisfy his thirst for several months. Lucius glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, and was startled by the time.
"Severus it's a quarter to eight, we have missed nearly all of breakfast!" he exclaimed to his lover.
"It is a good thing I fixed my Snakes schedules last night then isn't it." Severus said nonchalantly has he dressed for the day.
The Mates dressed quickly, grabbed a few pieces of toast, saw each other off with a quick kiss, and a hastily said good luck, before rushing off to ready their classrooms for the first lessons of the day.
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Severus was three fourths of the way through his advanced seventh year class when it happened. He felt a boiling rage shoot through the Parent-Childe bond. The anger and hatred his son was feeling was enough to cause him to have to sit down. He had to focus on controlling his parental vampire instincts that were, at this moment, telling him to run through the castle destroying all in his path until he found who or whatever was upsetting his son. As soon as he got his instinct under control, he focused on calming his childe, who he felt was close to losing control of his magic. Severus sent strong waves of peace and tranquility through the bond, and he soon felt his son calming, though he was still quite tense.
Severus stood back up, he did have a class to monitor after all, and his son seemed to be alright for the moment. About fifteen minutes later, he felt his son's tension grown and a dull anger start to burn. He quickly sent relaxing feelings through the bond, dowsing the angry embers before they turned into another raging inferno. As the boy calmed Severus went back to criticizing his student's concoctions, honestly how some of these students made it to N.E.W.T potions he would never know.
The rest of his morning passed quietly both through the bond and in the classroom, as the dunderheads managed not to blow anything up. Still, Severus was quite thankful when second period ended and the lunch hour began. He found Lucius already seated at the staff table and quickly stalked over to sit beside him.
"Hello Love," Lucius greeted quietly as he sat down.
"Husband mine," Severus returned the greeting grasping his loves hand under the table.
"How were your first classes?" Severus asked curious to see if his husband had felt their son's emotional outburst.
"They went well, though I am afraid I was a bit distracted during first period. Emotions were running a bit high, you know." Lucius said carefully.
"Yes, things were quite, explosive in my classroom as well and it took me a bit to calm the situation." Severus replied. It seemed that he was not the only one who felt their son's anger, though he still felt it more intensely, due to the special connection between bearer and childe.
Severus scanned the Gryffindor table looking for three students one of whom was their childe.
"Where is the Potter spawn?" Severus asked.
"I haven't seen him come in, though Weasley is here." Lucius said lightly.
"Hmmm."
Both men watched Thomas and Finnegan throughout lunch but found nothing suspicious in their behavior.
"Well I did not notice anything, in those two." Lucius said tilting his head towards the two Gryffindors.
"Neither did I." Severus said. "I have Potter next lesson, but I doubt I will see anything in him either." He sneered.
"Be nice love." Lucius chided teasingly.
Severus snorted, as he walked away, headed towards the dungeons.
As Severus stalked through his classroom door robes flowing dramatically, he was pleased to note the classroom was full, and the students seated. His fifth years knew better than to be late to his class. Severus strode to the front of the room in order to take attendance and was surprised to find Potter, Weasley and Draco sharing a table.
'What in the Bloody universe is going on! Two Gryffindors willingly sitting at a table with a Slytherin, and Draco Lestrange no less! It was then that he noticed that Granger had was on the other side of the room, sitting with her fellow Gryffindors, shooting daggers at the boys every now and then. I'll just have to see were this goes.' Severus thought to himself.
Severus watched the trio work through their potion, and was surprised by the lack of arguing, and the skill at which they seemed to move around each other. It seemed each teen had a designated task to which he did to the best of his ability before letting someone else take over, they were complexly in sync with one another. By the time the class was over, Draco, Weasley and Potter were one of the few students who managed to turn in potion, and the only group to receive an Outstanding on the assignment. Needless to say Severus was feeling extremely confused.
By the time five' fifteen came around, Severus was ready to find his husband and collapse into their bed. His last classes had not been near as peaceful as the first ones; he could not stop thinking about his son and the strange behavior of three Gryffindor students, while idiots blew up his classroom. He really just wanted to go to bed, and curl up in his husband's arms. Unfortunately that was not going to happen, as he had to go to the great hall for dinner, and he had rounds latter tonight.
Dinner was tedious but the students a staff were tolerable, and he did get to spend time with his husband, though he would have preferred that time to be spent together in their quarters. Severus watched Finnegan and Thomas for a short while, before looking over at Potter. He noticed nothing odd in their behavior, beside the fact that Thomas and Finnegan were sitting closer together than normal and Potter seemed to be drinking something hot from mug.
"You have rounds tonight, don't you Severus?" Lucius inquired interrupting his thoughts.
"Yes, though I should be done no later than a quarter past ten, I have the early rounds tonight." Severus said thanking the universe for small favors.
"I'll wait up for you then, I have to read over the in class assignments for today anyway." Lucius said.
"You needn't wait up for me love, but it is sweet of you to offer." Severus said as he headed off to start his rounds.
"I will see you when you get home Severus." Lucius sighed exasperatedly at his husband.
Severus found early rounds extremely boring and he found nothing more exiting then two Hufflepuff sixth years snogging in an alcove, and a Gryffindor fourth year attempting to charm a suit of armor to kick Ms. Norris very time she walked by. Not a bad idea, but not one he, as a responsible teacher could let go.
Around six' thirty, Severus noticed a sharp, burning pain in his right hand, that seemed to intensify every few seconds. He stopped walking in order to inspect his hand, but found no sign of irritation or injury. It was then that the Parent-Childe bond lashed out in pain and loathing. Severus stood still a moment longer before dashing down the corridor, letting the bond guide him. Someone was hurting his son and he was going to find them and insure they would regret ever laying a hand on his childe.
As Severus ran, he sent feelings of love and safety to his childe, trying to convey that help was on the way. He could feel his son's pain and anger intensifying and as he ran by the defense corridor, and he felt the bond pull at him painfully insisting he go that direction. Just as he reached the Defense teachers office, he felt his son snap, his pain and loathing turning into a desperate angry need, all reasoning gone. His son had entered his first Blood Rage.
As Severus opened the door to the office, he knew that whichever student was on the other side was his and Lucius' son, and that at this moment, their son was extremely dangerous. He cautiously and quietly opened the door, to find that a short, skinny, raven haired teen had Umbridge backed against the wall blood dripping down the back of his right hand.
"Wha-What do you think you're doing?" The toad like woman managed to ask, her voice clearly showing her fear.
"So thirsty, and you smell so good Professor,"
Severus froze momentarily he recognized that voice.
'No, no, it can't be.' Severus thought.
"You, you get away from me right now you, you half-breed!" Umbridge shrieked.
The teen chuckled humorlessly.
"No Professor, I'm about to get a lot closer." The teen said coldly before lunging violently at the witch.
Severus had to say he was impressed by his son's control, not many fledglings would be able to hold a mostly coherent conversation with their chosen pray. Severus watched as his childe lunged at the horrid woman. Though it would be no great loss should his son kill her, it was not what was best for his childe, so he quickly moved to grab the boy around the waist. The teen struggled, desperately trying to get back to his pray
"No, please, I need, it please!" His son cried.
"Hush, A leanbh, I know what you need, be calm." Severus crooned softly, as he wrapped his left arm around his son's waist. He quickly bit inot his right wrist before wrapping his arm across the boy's chest, bringing his wrist to the teen's mouth, pressing it firmly against the teens lips invitingly.
The boy stilled before desperately latching on to the proffered wrist, sucking greedily at the freely flowing blood. As the teen continued to feed, Severus felt his childe's bud blood teeth drop, though they were too dull to yet cause him pain. The room fell into silence interrupted only by the sounds of the teen feeding, and the occasional whimper from the pink clad professor who watched the father and son with absolute disgust.
Severus was amazed at the feeling of his son in his arms, feeding from his blood. The feeling was intense, the bond between them pulsing with paternal love and recognition, straightening with every swallow. Severus knew Lucius was close by, having felt the turmoil of the last few moments, and that he would be arriving soon.
The Potions Master looked down at the small fledgling in his arms, and felt a fierce protectiveness rise within him.
"Now that I have found you my son, I won't be letting you go, and those who have wronged you will be made to pay." Severus whispered softly to his nearly asleep childe.
Severus, his back to the door heard his husband approaching but he could not look away from his son, afraid he would disappear in an instant.
"A Chuisle, is that our son?" Lucius asked as he approached.
"Yes, my love it is, we found him!" He choked out past the emotional lump in his throat.
"Who is he?" the blond asked anxiously as he walked around to face his husband and son.
"Harry Potter" Severus said, "It's always Harry Potter."
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"Good morning class," Umbridge greeted, her voice sickly sweet.
There were a few scattered mumbled hello's, as most students were barely awake, feeling eight 'O clock was way entirely too early for them to be studying.
"Oh dear that will never do let's say we try that again." Umbridge said her sickly sweet voice permeating the room making Harry want to wretch.
"Good morning class,"
"Good Morning Professor Umbridge." The class chorused obediently.
"Much better, now wands away please, we will be going over the syllabus today."
The class groaned, as they put away their wands and watched as the Professor waved hers, and began levitating text books and Syllabi to the student's desks.
As the books and papers reached Ron and Harry they each grabbed an item to inspect, Harry going for the text book, and Ron snatching up the syllabus.
"Ugh, what in the name of Merlin." Harry muttered in disgust.
The cover of the Defense book pictured two red cheeked cherub looking children skipping merrily down a woodland path."
'Definitely not the Forbidden Forest.' Harry thought.
His disgust and contempt grew as he looked through the book. It was clear that they would not be learning anything again this year, as the book was full of theories and basic spells that he and Ron had mastered last year.
"This won't help us defeat our enemy; we already know most of this, its child's play." Harry whispered to Ron who seemed to have frozen on the last page of the two page syllabus.
"Ron you okay?" Harry asked quietly, tuning out the pink abomination who was prattling on about O.W.L.s and Ministry procedures.
"Do you see this?" Ron whispered pointing at the bottom of the last page.
Harry looked and found a spot for a signature, but this signature line was laced with a pulsing magic, that Harry doubted many of the other students could feel.
"She wants us to sign on this magic laced line right?" Harry confirmed with Ron.
"Yah, not typical for a syllabus right? It is however common for binding magical contracts." Ron spit out through clinched teeth. "When you sign a contract like this, a bit of your magic is transferred to the contract binding you to whatever it says. If you break the contract, you suffer from some form of repercussion, this one doesn't say what."
Harry clinched his teeth, anger building, how could someone do this to children?
"Is this even legal? I mean this is a school, and we aren't even of age! We didn't start signing regular syllabi until last year, as before then we were too young. What about the younger years! They won't even understand this!" Harry whispered harshly swallowing against his dry throat. He tried to focus on his breathing, feeling his magic bubbling to the surface.
"I know Harry, and it gets worse."
Harry groaned "Great, what is it?" he asked bracing for something horrific.
"First the 'syllabus' states that are not to use magic for the duration of the class period, but it doesn't specify what kind of magic. So not only are we not going to be doing any practical defense work, but Accioing something from across the room would be a breach with the way the toad has it worded. Secondly this is a one sided open ended contract. The fine print at the bottom of the page basically states that the Professor can alter, add or omit anything from the 'syllabus' at her discretion, and we would never know. Of course we would still be held accountable for any transgressions. So basically by signing this form we are placing our selves at her mercy!" Ron ranted.
Harry briefly admired Ron's strategically mind tried, before trying to quietly clear his dry and burning throat, his anger and disdain starting to affect his magic.
"So by signing this, we are essentially agreeing to both unknown terms and unknown consequences should we break said terms?" Harry summarized his fists clinching.
"That about sums it up."
"Ehhem, alright now that you have had time to read the syllabus pleas send your signed form forward." Umbridge said sweet and polite.
There was a shuffleing of papers as students reached for quills and ink, though Harry noted Draco and most of the Slytherins were still looking through the document their quills hesitating above the line.
"Professor Umbridge, this doesn't say anything about doing Defensive magic." Hermione shrilled from across the room.
"Excuse me Ms…"
"Granger"
"Well students will raise their hands in my class, and the syllabus was quite clear on what we will be doing in this class."
The class started to become disgruntle.
"Just sign the forms, send them up, and then I will answer your questions." Umbridge said a hint of frustration entering her voice.
"Don't sign them." Harry said loud enough for the class to hear him, but not yelling.
"What was that dear." Umbridge inquired.
"I said don't sign them. Those are magical binding contracts, giving her all the power." Harry spoke to the class, but his eyes never left Umbridge.
"What are you talking about Mister Potter, it is just a standard student syllabus, now sign it!" Umbridge demanded her nice facade slipping.
"No." Harry said coldly. "I will not sign a contract giving you the power to change the rules on a whim, and give out undisclosed punishments. I will not sign a contract in which I will be punished for any scrap of magic I do within these four walls." He said firmly determined to make sure that his classmates knew what was in store for them should they sign the paper.
"Mister Potter you will sign that syllabus!" the toad said as she walked down the row towards Harry. She stopped in front of the desk he shared with Ron, and reaching over the redhead the women grabbed Harry's wrist and placed his hand on the paper.
"You will sign it." She hissed.
Harry was outraged that the wretched woman dared to lay a hand on him in an attempt to intimidate him.. He felt his magic starting to build, and he knew he was moments away from uncontrollably lashing out. Suddenly he felt a relaxing, peaceful presence filling him, taming his emotions and stilling his magic. Harry managed to take a few deep breaths before looking the witch strait in the eyes saying,
"No."
"Sign it Potter or we are going to the Headmaster." Umbridge snarled.
"Lead the way then Professor; I am sure that he would be interested to know about the 'syllabus' you want us to sign." Harry said calmly.
Harry and Ron watched as the pink toad considered her options.
"Fine I do not have the time to debate this with you, everyone pass their syllabi forward unsigned please." She finally said through clinched teeth.
The sound of papers shuffling from person to person was all that was heard for a time, until Umbridge broke the silence by saying,
"Oh and Mister Potter you have detention tonight directly after dinner. Class open your books and read through the first chapter, there will be no need to talk."
Harry felt his anger threatening to overwhelm him again when a cool wave of peace washed over him, sweeping his anger away.
'That's it!' Harry thought. 'I am skipping lunch and going straight to the library to look up all Magical inheritances and whether or not all of the strange things happing to me could be caused by receiving it.'
The rest of the morning passed quickly, and after informing Ron of his decision, Harry spent his lunch hour in the library. After searching through several unhelpful books, he finally found his answers in a book that discussed both Magical and Creature Inherences. After reading the surprisingly short book, Harry found that chances were he was receiving both a magical and creature inheritance. The magic surges, and mild mood swings were common signs of a magical inheritance, but the enhanced senses, and difficulty controlling his emotions and magic were all pointing to a creature inheritance.
"Great just what I need." Harry muttered as he swallowed trying to moisten his sore throat. 'Hope I'm not getting sick.' He thought as the lunch hour ended and Ron's redhead appeared in front of him.
"Harry, mate hurry up, we got potions next." Ron said as he said finally spotting Harry through the enormous stacks of books.
"Coming mother." Harry said sarcastically.
"Did you find anything?" Ron asked as they made their way down to the dungeons.
"Yes but I am not talking about it in the present company." Harry said with a glance over at Granger, who was following behind them.
When the teens walked into the classroom they found Draco was already there and Ron followed has Harry made a beeline for the seat next to him.
As they sat down Ron asked,
"Should we be sitting over here Harry, I mean no offence Draco but-"
"I know it is not the best idea for our cover Ron but I can't stand to sit with the Lions at the moment. I just need some peace after DADA, and I hope that by sitting over here, Professor Snape will be thrown off enough to just leave me be. That is if it's oaky with you Draco?" Harry said.
"Whatever you want Harry, I'm not the one with all the secrets." Draco said nonchalantly.
The boys watched as their Potions Professor stalked into the room, taking in their strange seating arrangement, before moving on to start the lesson.
Harry, Ron and Draco, brewed their potion easily, each teen knowing their job and moving easily around the others. Last year they had brewed like this several times during their study group and there practice was paying off. Harry felt the eyes of his Professor and Granger on him throughout the lesson, but he was relieved when neither caused any problems. By the end of class the trio, was confident that their potion would receive top marks.
After potions, Harry and Ron had their independent study block, and they decide to begin with Runes and Wards for the first semester. Needless to say both teens were starving by the time dinner was served. Dinner itself was quite though Harry's throat was still dry and sore.
In an attempt to help sooth his throat, Harry transfigured his goblet into a mug, and started looking for the pitcher of lemonade he knew would be around somewhere. Finally locating it at the other side of the table, he poured himself a mug full and added a dash of honey before casting a strong heating charm over it.
"Harry, what's that?" Ron asked looking into Harry's mug.
"Hot lemonade, it's a Muggle remedy for a sore throat." Harry informed him.
"Does it work?"
"Most of the time it works wonders, but it is not working today." Harry said forlornly. The burning in his throat was really starting to make him uncomfortable.
"Well I'm off to detention, I'll see you later." Harry said as he headed to the defense room.
"Good luck mate, try not to blow anything up yah?"
Harry snorted as he left the Great Hall.
Harry took a deep steadying breath, before slipping on his best Slytherin mask and knock on the Professor's office door.
"Enter." a poison sweet voice rang out.
Harry entered and was nearly blinded by the horrendous shade of pink the toad had painted the walls. He walked over and stood in front of Umbridge's desk, waiting to be acknowledged. Several seconds passed and the Professor had still not recognized his presence, so Harry decided to speak up.
"I am here for my detention Professor." Harry said in a controlled, polite voice.
"You will be writing lines today Mister Potter." Umbridge said and without looking up, she pointed a desk in the corner, a blood red quill and parchment already waiting for him.
"You will be writing 'I will not defy authority'." She informed him as he sat down.
"How many times Professor?" Harry inquired resignedly.
"As many as it takes to cut through your attitude Mister Potter." Umbridge replied with a sneer.
Harry felt uneasy as he begin to write, 'I will not defy authority', over and over. After the tenth time a sharp pain blossomed across the back of his right hand, and the words 'I will not defy authority' were suddenly sliced deeply into his flesh by an invisible force.
Harry felt complete and utter loathing for the women smirking behind her desk before he suddenly felt something inside of him snap. He abruptly ceased being Harry Potter and became a vicious predator ready to stalk his prey. The woman in front of him smelled so delicious and the burning in his throat intensified with every inhalation. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that this was part of his creature inheritance, and that he must be a vampire. Through all of his crazy emotions and blood consumed thoughts, Harry had a strange feeling of love and safety that allowed him to push through the haze that had enveloped his mind. After coming to his senses he found that he had stalked his professor to the point that she was now pressed up against the wall, looking at him in fright.
'A small taste couldn't hurt,' he thought as her blood called to him. 'After all it is the least she could do after forcing me to slice my hand open.' Harry smiled maliciously moving closer to the Professor.
"Wha-What do you think you're doing?" The toad like woman asked, her voice clearly showing her fear.
"So thirsty, and you smell so good Professor," Harry said sardonically despite his current uncontrolled state.
"You, you get away from me right now you, you half-breed!" Umbridge shrieked.
Harry chuckled humorlessly.
"No Professor, I'm about to get a lot closer." he said coldly before lunging violently at the witch.
He was suddenly pulled away from his pray, arms wrapping around his chest. Harry thrashed, trying his best to break his captors grip. He needed her wet warm blood, why would anyone torture him like this?
"No, please, I need, it please!" Harry begged desperately, hoping to play against his captors sympathies.
"Hush, *A leanbh, I know what you need, be calm." A voice said gently. The person holding him shifted moving one arm so that it wrapped around his waist, while the other came across his chest, before pressing a wet writs against his lips.
Harry couldn't help himself as he quickly latched on to the wrist. The need to bite and suck was too much for him to resist, not that he had been fighting all that hard against it to begin with. Two quick lances of pain in his mouth monetarily startled him, but he soon began sucking greedily at the bleeding wrist in front of him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should be disgusted by what he was doing, but at the moment all he could focus on was the heavenly tasting, throat soothing blood in front of him.
The taste of the blood was amazing, and comforting reminding him of a warm marinara sauce, tangy with hints of spice and sweetness, with a lovely herby after taste. The more blood he consumed the more relaxed he became, and he realized that for the first time in a long time, he felt completely and utterly safe. He vaguely registered that the person, harry believed it was a man, holding him was carrying on a quite conversation with someone else but Harry could not bring himself to care. He was feeling quite full and after a few more half hearted suckles, he released the wrist and snuggled into the man holding him, finally surrendering to oblivion feeling complete and utter safety and loved for the first time in a very long time.
*A leanbh (uh LAN-uv): Literally "my child."
A/N: First thank you for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows they are greatly appreciated!
Now before I get to the actual A/N, I would like to give a shout out to Linda who is a guest on the site but always leaves me such lovely and encouraging reviews. You have been with the story since the beginning, and I want to thank you so very much for your support!
Okay so here it is the start of the Malfoy-Snape family reunion! I just couldn't hold off any longer, and the chapter just kind of got away from me hence the longer than usual length. Hope it was okay. Feel free to PM me questions or leave them in a review and I will answer unless they give away too much of the plot.
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