Title: Angel's Protection

Author: Blackest Grim

Rating: M

Beta: Soelle (I would like to say that I am ever so grateful for you being my beta, I love how you make comments and help me improve my grammar skills. Thank you.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did Severus would be a good guy, Harry would be a Slytherin and a Dark Order supporter, if not a Death Eater, and very little people would be straight.

Summery: It is Harry's Seventh Year and he has already defeated the monster his world feared with the help of old friends and the new friends he found in ex-Death Eaters and Slytherins. It is now only a week until they graduate and Ron is jealous of his ex-friend.

Warnings: Time Travel. SLASH/ femSLASH (This means Male/Male and female/female relationships. You have been warned.) Good Slytherins, Bad & Jealous Ron, and Defeated Voldemort.

Parings: Salazar/Harry, Godric/Draco, Richard/Helga, OC/Rowena, Severus/ Lucius, Lestat/Valo, Celest/Helena, Remus/ (character is not going to be revealed yet), and another pairing that will be apparent in the far away future.

Spoilers: Books 1-6

Key:

"I love Salazar/Harry fictions!" -Talking

'I love Salazar/Harry fictions!' -Thoughts

"I love Salazar/Harry fictions!" -Perstaletongue

'I love Salazar/Harry fictions!' –Hogwarts

I love Salazar/Harry fictions! – Mind talk between vampires

A/n: I can't believe I broke 200 reviews in just three chapters after braking 100…Thank you ever so much. It looks like the Malfoys are going to turn vampires by the way.

Chapter: Stories Told

Devon idly looked around the room he was in, his new chambers as Professor Potter's, or Harry as he was asked to call him, apprentice. It had been settled with a short conversation and then he had been moved into a room closer to his new master's and his mate's. The room was far better then the Gryffindor dormitories, with dark maroon painted walls, plush gold and black specked rugs on gray stone-floors. The room seemed to be lit with magic as there is no sores of light, giving is a warm homey feeling and the only problem was it was located in the dungeons.

Devon smiled at the memory of the conversation that made Devon's dreams come true.

/flashback/

Harry smiled at the younger vampire, who was visibly frightened with all the Slytherins in the room. Sir?

Harry looked at him in wonder for a moment, having noticed his frightened expression, Yes Mr. Black?

Can we go somewhere else for our talk?

Devon's professor looked confused for a moment and then questioned, Why?

Devon blushed mentally. I'm a Gryffindor, and they are mostly Slytherins, sir. They are making me nervous.

Harry laughed out loud, making everyone look at him. "Is that all Mr. Black?"

Devon nodded.

"I guess we can, follow me." Harry stood up and with one look back at him mate to show him was okay they left the room; it is only the day after he woke up. After a little bit of walking Devon found himself being told to stay where he stood, he then watched his teacher walk back and forth, and when he was getting ready to ask him what he was doing a door appeared on the wall where Harry had been walking.

Harry smiled at him, Come on then.

Threw the door was a small, yet cozy room, with two chairs in front of a roaring fireplace. His professor took one and motioned for Devon to sit in the other, as he did he spoke up, "Sir?"

Harry just stared into the fire, "Hmm?"

"Why me?" he said, also looking into the fire.

"You remind me of my godfather when he was your age." Harry said calmly.

"Sir?"

"My godfather, Sirius was disowned the second he was placed into the lion house. He amended this by becoming friends with my father, James Potter. They, along with Remus and Peter started a prankster gang if you will, and when they found out a bout Remus being a werewolf they trained themselves to become animagus, by their third year."

Harry became silent, and after a few moments Devon turned to see if anything was wrong, only to find Harry watching him. "You have the same fire behind your eyes that Sirius did, and I want to be the one to help you harness it. You have great potential Mr. Devon, if only you will take me as your master."

Devon was sure his face lit up like a spell. "Really?"

Harry nodded his head and then found his arms filled with the Gryffindor student.

/end flashback/

Devon was sure that because his master's godfather was a Gryffindor Black, he was aware of his apprentice's home life. The younger vampire was just afraid of the day where he is confronted of that.

With a sigh he fell asleep in his new bed, happy for once in his life.

/With Harry and Salazar/

Harry smiled to himself as he watched his mate brew potions for Helga; he had many reasons to be happy at the moment.

First of all, Harry had someone to live his life out with, someone who would never hurt or leave him. Second, he now had an apprentice who shows a great deal of love for the art of making spells. And last of all, he was accepted for what he is, while in his original time, Harry knew he would have be ridiculed for not only being gay, but a dark creature as well.

But with the good comes the bad; Lord Vepra was still on the loose and not very happy about the vampires and werewolves abandoning him, leaving behind only the ones that believe in his cause. Salazar had told him that while he was asleep Vepra had attacked and destroyed ten muggle villages in one night, so as Harry thought about it, saying that he wasn't happy is an understatement, no, he was pissed and outraged.

Harry had also found that these villages had been home to over thirty of their student's families. Harry frowned at that, it gave those students leave to be absent from classes until they felt well enough to learn again, but it also gave the prefect targets to students who had Krime parents and supporters of the Dark Lord. Harry snorted mentally at the title. 'He doesn't deserve that title, I probably know more 'dark' spells than he does,' he thought.

Harry?

Said person looked up to find that Salazar was no longer working on potions, but sitting next the newly turned vampire. Harry, are you ok? Salazar asked, concern seeping into his voice.

Harry smiled and leaned against his mate, who understood and held him. I'm just thinking of all that has happened in the space of two weeks, Luv. He admitted to Salazar.

Salazar hummed, And Vepra I suppose?

Harry snuggled closer. Yes.

Salazar looked down at him. Harry?

Green eyes found violet when he heard the nervousness of his voice, Yes? He said slowly.

Salazar took a deep breath, and asked quickly, Is it ok to ask you about the war in your time now?

Harry didn't know what to say, and due to his silence Salazar started to apologize, which Harry stopped with a simple kiss, It's fine now, what do you want to know?

Salazar took a breath. Why were you number one on the Dark Lord's 'kill-these-people-as-soon-as-possible' list?

Harry frowned at him, but then sighed. You just had to start out with a hard one first didn't you? Shifting slightly, he continued. Fine, just don't interrupt me until I'm done, I'm going to give you my life story.

Salazar nodded his agreement and Harry started his tale: It began when Tom Marvolo Riddle was born. He was a half-blood, his mother, a pureblood witch had fallen in love with a wealthy muggle man she had started watching the moment he rode by her father's house.

Because he refused to marry her she fed him love potions, after all, potions making ran in her blood. After a while she found she was with child and decided, foolishly might I add, that he truly loved her and stopped with the love potions.

He divorced her and kicked her out of his house before she could tell him about the child. Her family would not take her in because of the half muggle child growing inside her. Nine months later a woman appeared at an orphanage ready to give birth.

It was a boy; she named him Tom Marvolo Riddle, Tom Riddle for his father and Marvolo for her father. She died soon after she gave them his name. His father never knew so he was raised at the orphanage, bullied for his strange behavior and 'freakish activity' as they called it. That all turned to fear when he used his magic to drop an older boy from the top of the building, killing him.

As he grew he learned of his abilities with magic and his strange ability to talk to snakes, but he didn't know what it truly was until Albus Dumbledore, transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts came to the orphanage to give him his acceptation letter. That is when he found that talking to snakes is not normal and his was a wizard. Dumbledore was suspicious of him the moment he laid eyes on him, but the current Headmaster would have nothing of it and let him attend school.

Sometime before his sixth year he found out why he could speak to snakes, he was the heir of the founder of his house, Salazar Slytherin, you.

You see, in our time Slytherins have a very bad reputation for Dark wizards coming out of the snake house, that you were indeed a Dark Lord, it was your goal to kill of all those with muggle blood and that you placed a creature in a hidden chamber for your heir to someday command the creature and kill all muggle borns at Hogwarts.

Tom followed this and made it his life goal to fulfill. He found a way to open the chamber in his sixth year and killed one girl and blamed it of a third-year Gryffindor, a half-giant. Because he could not open the camber again while he was at school he put his memories in a diary to take over the mind of the person, who wrote in it next; that played a part in my second year.

Before his seventh year he went to his grandparent's houses and killed not only his father but his grandparents as well. After that he killed his mother's father, blaming it on his uncle. This is only the beginning, it led to many more deaths and later he became a Dark Lord; know as a school nickname, Lord Voldemort. After Dumbledore, the new Headmaster denied him the DADA position his reign really started.

He soon became the most feared Dark Wizard in over a hounded years and the wizarding world was in ruins. Then, bestowed upon Dumbledore came a beechen of hope, a prophecy was made, one that foretells the birth of the only one to kill Voldemort:

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice denied him, born as the seventh month dies…And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can lives while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

Harry took a moment to catch his breath and glanced at his mate, Something wrong? He asked, noticing the pallid look on his mate's face.

Salazar looked at him with sad eyes. So it's my heir's fault your life was a living hell?

Harry took his mate's head into his hands. Have you had a child with anyone?

Salazar jerked backwards, as if he was shocked someone could even think that. No!

Harry kissed him, just a quick peck on the lips. At least, that was what it was supposed to be; Salazar took it farther. When it ended Harry finished his explanation after he caught his breath. So it's my fault as well, or is going to be, if you plan on having children with me.

Salazar's mouth fell open as realization hit him like a bludger to the head; You want to have children with me?

Harry blushed a bright red but said nonetheless, Yes! He paused, After the war is over of course.

Salazar took him in to a deep and passionate kiss again, this time it is filled with love. Harry smiled into it, happy for the love he thought he would never get. He could not help the tears of happiness that fell.

Salazar ended the kiss when he noticed. What's wrong Harry?

Harry smiled at him, showing fangs. Nothing is wrong, these are happy tears.

Salazar smiled as well. Shall we finish this story another time?

Harry shook his head. No, he told Salazar, I want to finish it while I'm on a roll.

The older man nodded his head and held his soon-to-be lover closer to him as he continued his life story.

There were two people born on July 31 (1), only one's parents had denied Tom three times, and only one was marked as his equal, me. On my first Halloween he attacked my family's house, Godric's Hollow. First he killed my father while my mother was upstairs with me, willing to sacrifice herself if he made it up there.

He did, she begged for him to take her and leave me alone, but he would have nothing of it, and he killed her on the spot. With her death she placed a protection spell on me, in my blood. When he used the killing curse on me it bounced back, leaving him as just a spirit. The only thing I got is a lightning bolt scar where the spell had hit me, a cursed scar.

Celebrations when out into the wizarding world, and Voldemort's followers hid. He had been defeated, by a one-year old, a one-year old orphan. Albus Dumbledore did not want me to be raised in our world, so he took me to my muggle-born mother's sister and her family, magic hating muggles.

You could say that I grew up like Tom, hated by my guardians, called a freak for accidental magic, and not knowing that I am a wizard. My relatives, if you could call them that, abused me, my room was a cabinet under the stairs. My punishment for being freakish would be that they would lock me up in it for no food or water for days on end.

I got the same treatment for ruining my cousin trip to the zoo, a muggle park with caged up animals in it. We had been in the reptile house and my cousin had gotten angry with a boa that refused to move, that was when I discovered I could talk to snakes, though at the time I didn't know that it wasn't a common gift.

When my cousin noticed that the snake was moving he pushed me out of the way and began tapping on the glass with his friend, in anger I wished that the glass would disappear, and it did, making the two idiots fall into the cage, and setting the boa free. When my uncle noticed me containing laughter he decided that it was my entire fault.

Not a month later a strange letter came for me, my uncle and aunt didn't take it well, my uncle started skipping work to make sure no more letters came, and came they did. It was driving him insane and finally he took us to a light house on the cost, and once again it seemed that they had forgotten my birthday.

As midnight struck on my birthday a sound rattled the small house on the rock, many times; that was when I found out that I was a wizard when the same half-giant that Tom framed for killing the muggle-born in his third year. He was running an errand for Dumbledore, an errand to give me my letter from Hogwarts, that was what had scared my uncle and aunt.

Hagrid, the half-giant, told me of how my parents really died, for my family had lied when they told me that they had died in a car accident; a car is a muggle transportations device from the future I do not wish to describe at the moment. He also took me to Diagon alley and we shopped for my school supplies.

Every where I went I was known, every person knew my name. I was their savior, The Boy-Who-Lived. It was at that time that I met Draco for the first time, he reminded me so much of my cousin at the moment that I was glad that Hagrid came and got me before he asked me my name or embarrassed me any more than he had already did.

On the train a week later I met the Weasleys and made friends and stood up Draco when he asked me for his hand in friendship. That was only another factor that made me argue the shorting had when he wanted to put me in Slytherin, that and the fact that Hagrid told me that the man who murdered my parents had been in that house, I was put in Gryffindor.

In my first year I made the Quidditch team as the seeker and met Tom for the first time, and stopped him from take a Sorcerer's Stone and making the drink of life. Gryffindor won the house cup for the first time in seven years that year.

Even though I begged for Dumbledore to keep me at Hogwarts instead of making me go back to my family's house, just as he did with Tom. But he sent me there anyway. That was probably the worst summer I had ever had. You see, when they had gotten the first letter it had been sent to my cupboard, so they moved my to my cousin's second bedroom.

That was my prison the summer after my first year. A house-elf named Dobby didn't help at all.

Harry tale continued for three more hours, by the time he was done it was dinner time.

/Great Hall/

Severus looked sideways at his mate; Lucius had finally agreed to become a vampire. While he was very happy for this fact he still wondered what Draco would do. The two add an unbreakable bond between mother and child and the potions master knew that it would break Lucius when Draco died and he couldn't follow.

This fact worried the ex-Death Eater.

As Severus turned his attention back to his food, he made a mental note to talk to Draco about it later.

/With Lucius/

Lucius felt his mate's troubled mind; he could tell he was very worried about him wanting to become a vampire now. What Severus didn't know is that Draco and his mother had talked about it and when Sev turned Lucius, Lucius would in turn, change his son.

They had talked to Godric and he was okay with it, and Draco loved him to death for it. Godric would not be turned, he had said that he wanted a human heir first; Lucius understood this as it was why he hadn't let Sev change him when they mated.

Wanting to calm his mate down Lucius laid his hand on top of the potions master's. Severus smiled at his food nervously, making Lucius squeeze his hand; he had seen the smile.

Sadly the moment between mates ended as they heard yelling in the Entrance Hall. Making sure the students were safe in the Great Hall and our couple made their way to the doors with the rest of 'The Crew'(2) minus Salazar and Harry who had yet to arrive.

/Entrance Hall/

What they found was Professor Goodrich, the Care for Magical Creature's teacher trying to keep two very pissed looking parents out of where all the students were. The young elf was having difficulty in doing so as the wife kept shouting insults at her.

Rowena seemed to ruffle at the way they were treating her colleague, "What's going on here JoAnn?"

Before JoAnn could answer the wife broke passed her waving a paper in front Rowena, "I'll tell you what is going on here! This little wench won't let us pass so we can ask why the bloody hell we got a letter saying that our youngest son has just been accepted by a master when we were told nothing of it!"

Before the eagle animagus could hex the woman into next month a soft voice, interrupted her, "You have no say in his life any more, he is legally an adult."

Everyone turned to find the missing members of 'The Crew', both had emotionless masks on, though you could have seen the fury in Harry's eyes miles away.

It was the wife's turn to ruffle, "Who do the hell do you think you are to say something like that to us young man?"

Harry glared, "I am his master, Mrs. Black. I am Master Spellsmith Harry Potter." By now Harry had advanced to standing in front of the Blacks. "You have no say on what your son does anymore. You made it more official when you disowned Devon."

Ms. Black went to slap Harry but found her hand held back by here husband, she turned to give him a tongue lashing but he shook his head and then nodded it towards the rest of the people in the hall. Every one of them had their wands out, seven of them were growling.

The husband coughed, "I am sorry for my wife's behavior, when you see my son Mr. Potter tell him I am proud of him for becoming a Spellsmith's apprentice, he always did have a thing for the art..."

Harry nodded his head and the two Blacks left, the wife screeching at her husband for not doing anything else. He just ignored her.

Harry turned to a shadow in the hall, "You can come out now apprentice."

Once again everyone's attention shifted, this time to Devon who stepped out of the shadow Harry had spotted him in. Devon asked uncertainly, "Did he really mean it?"

Harry smiled. "I believe he did Devon."

What Devon said next was lost in a growling noise. Salazar snickered, "Hungry Godric?"

Said founder glared. "Shut up! I barely got to eat anything!"

This time Draco snickered, "Right and I am a Gryffindor. You had enough food to last a small army three days."

"You are a Gryffindor."

Draco turned a glare at Harry, "No, I am not!"

Harry tapped his chin thoughtfully, "In a way yes, you are, not in a sense of the house, but the surname."

Godric gave him a look, "What do you mean?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "He is related in a way to two people with Gryffindor blood."

Helga gave him a confused look. "I get Godric, but who is the second?"

Moony chuckled. "Your right Harry, he is a Gryffindor in a way, what with you being the Gryffindor heir in our time."

Every one from the past's mouths fell open. "What?"

But before anyone could say a word Draco chased Harry into the Great Hall, leaving the rest of 'The Crew' in their dust shaking their heads. Lucius snickered, "He's right, imagine that, my son, the Slytherin Prince is a Gryffindor."

Everyone else from the future snickered at the thought, "Would have ruined his reputation."

Agreeing with Remus 'The Crew' made their way back into the Great Hall, everyone that is, but Rowena and JoAnn standing next to each other..

"When are you going to tell them Ro?" JoAnn asked staring at the ground.

Smiling at her, Rowena turned around and lifted the elf's chin up so that their eyes meant, "As soon as possible, Luv," with that she leaned in for a quick peck on the lips before they turned to enter the Hall behind everyone else.

/Later that night with Harry and Salazar/

Harry had been watching Salazar make his potions when he felt it, the need.

He knew what it was right away, the need.

He needed blood.

Not anyone's blood, his mate's blood.

'Salazar's…'

He waited for him to finish, it felt like an eternity.

It was only ten minutes.

Salazar…

The older man looked up from his finished potion and felt himself hardening. Harry was sitting Indian style on the floor looking up at him, panting; his fangs very visible and his green eyes glowing.

Harry?

Salazar, I need you…

It didn't take the founder a second to realize what the vampire meant. He rushed forward and knelt in front of the younger professor, he tilted his head to the side, giving Harry access.

Harry leaned forward, first he breathed on the location of his last bite, than he licked it. The moans from Salazar only encouraging him along, he sank his fangs in. Harry's eyes rolled back at the taste; sure he had the same blood not twenty-four hours ago, but this time, something else was in his blood.

Lust…

With the sent in his nose, the taste in his mouth and the hardened manhood rubbing his, he knew it was time. So as he licked the wound to heal it he started to unbutton his mate's upper shirt.

Salazar caught on quickly and stopped him, leaning down into his ear, he spoke, Not yet love.

Harry looked at him in confusion, but it became clear what he meant when Salazar picked him up and took him to their bedroom. As Harry was laid down Salazar went on top of him. I want to do this properly, Luv...

All Harry could do was nod when he felt his hands rose above his head and kept there by a wordless charm. Salazar smiled down at the writhing body beneath him and started by kissing his new lover.

Licking Harry's bottom lip he asked for entrance, he was not surprised when he was granted it. As their tongues touched he tasted his own blood on Harry's tongue, oddly, this only aroused him more.

/Later, I'll let your imaginations work out the rest/

Salazar collapsed onto Harry, both panting from the mind blowing sensation they had just felt. After a few minutes Salazar moved to lay next to his lover and pulled him closer. That was…wow…

Harry turned around and nuzzled him in the chest and started to sing, he hasn't sung at all since Draco and he had time traveled, now, he felt in the mood.

"You can't escape the wrath of my heart
Beating to your funeral song
All faith is lost for hell regained
And love dust in the hands of shame"

He felt Salazar hold him closer, he smiled as he continued.

"Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed
And lead you along this path in the dark
Where I belong 'till I feel your warmth"

Harry nearly purred when his mate started to play with his hair, instead he looked up at said mate, letting the song speak for him.

"Hold me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the blood in my vampire heart"

Salazar smiled down at him, making Harry pause for a moment. The potions Master leaned down and kissed him, it was short and love filled, Don't stop…

Harry nodded and started up again.

"I'll be the thorns on every rose
You've been sent by hope
I am the nightmare waking you up
From the dream of a dream of love

Let me weep you this poem as Heaven's gates close
Paint you my soul, scarred and alone
Waiting for your kiss to take me back home"

Harry nuzzled Salazar's neck as he went in for the chorus, singing from the bottom of his heart to the person he had come to love.

"Hold me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the blood in my vampire heart

Hold me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the blood in my vampire heart"

He closed his eyes.


"Hold me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
My vampire heart

Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the blood in my
My vampire heart"

As he came to a rest he started to lick his mark on his lover, loving the salty taste of the skin. You have a lovely voice, Luv…

Harry leaned back and green met violet and he blushed, and murmured, Thank you…

Salazar reached out and rubbed the red flesh with his thumb. A lovely voice for a beautiful man, how fitting.

Harry flushed more. I don't think I've ever blushed this much, he whispered.

You look cute when you blush, the older man leaned down and kissed his mate, the vampire that stole his heart, not that he wants it back…

TBC

A/n: DO NOT EVER expect another chapter that long! Merlin that took forever! And an imaginary cookie to the person who knows who sings that and what it is titled!

(1) Wanna know something scary? I wrote that on July 31, really, I did….

(2) Harry, Sal, Godric, Luc, Draco, Helga, Valo, Lestat, Helena, Celest, Ro, Moony, Richard, and Sev make up 'The Crew'. So far, someone is being added in this chapter.