Part X

Harry and Draco woke up the next morning in each other's arms. Smiling sweetly at each other, the two boyfriends sat up to admire the other's naked torso in the morning light. "Harry… you're so beautiful," Draco said, his hands moving to Harry's chest, both thumbs swiping across Harry's pink nipples. Harry bit his lip as he suppressed a moan, his nipples hardening under Draco's soft caresses.

"It's so nice to see my boys playing with each other," a voice said.

Harry and Draco turned to see Blaise standing by the door dressed somewhat normally, compared to his leather straps from last night. "Relax, relax," the demon said before the boys could react. "I just want to talk with you two."

"Talk?" Harry asked.

"Yes, talk," Blaise said, "about what is going to happen."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"Do you mean about the mage business? And you teaching us?" Harry asked.

"Precisely Harry, as well as how our relationship will develop from here since, well as I said last night boys, we're stuck together," Blaise said, giving the two boys a soft smile.

"You mean, you're going to tell us how you plan on teaching us and keep us safe from whatever is going on," Harry said.

"Exactly!" Blaise grinned. "I'm so happy to have a mage who thinks in the morning… many should learn from you, sweet Harry."

"So why don't you tell us?" Draco snapped.

Blaise gave a smirk and nodded, "Of course, my dear Malfoy… may I sit?" he asked, pointing to the bed, "it might take some time to explain everything."

Harry nodded and Blaise sat at the end of the bed, giving the couple their space. "I feel like I should mention again that my mark protects you both from my father's influence and wrath. I cannot say for certain what it is my father wants you for Harry but believe me boys when I say that this is a better alternative… at least now both of you are alive. For he will kill you Draco to get to Harry. I've seen him done it before… His fall from grace hasn't exactly lifted his mood."

Draco and Harry shared a looked, "We believe you," Harry said. "Thank you, Blaise."

"I'm glad to hear that Harry," Blaise smiled. "Now, onto your lessons, mages. …Perhaps I should begin with why I call you two mages, shouldn't I?"

"Yes please," Draco said.

"Some time ago, a century or two I would like to say, warlocks and witches were called by a different name, held mightier magic than anything you can imagine. I cannot say how or why the magic started to weaken as time went on, traditions and ceremonies converted for some more disgusting and violent practices. A religion based around my father transformed into an orgy of blood and violence… it disturbs me how much my father and the other demons liked this change… Did you know, mages, that your people celebrated more deities than just my father? This was before my time, so I cannot give you a full account, however… Magic filled the world. Gods were a plenty and respected, mystics and humanity lived as one. And now… only my father and his remains," Blaise lamented. He looked at Harry and Draco, smiling slightly. "I will teach you both how to be mages again. How to harness magic left forgotten… and I will keep you safe for any and all foes we face along the way. However, I only have one small request."

Draco rolled his eyes and muttered, "Of course," while Harry sat up a little taller. "What is your request, Blaise?" he asked.

"Help me overcome my father," Blaise said. "Together we can bring back Magic, real Magic, along with the deities of old."

"Are you kidding me?" Draco yelled, "do you have any idea what you are saying? Kill Lord Lucifer? Satan! Three fucking teenagers against Satan, oh yeah, that'll work!"

"Draco!" Harry said a little loudly, "please… we don't want to wake up my Uncles."

Draco frowned, and said in a quieter, still agitated voice, "Sorry, but Harry you should know that this is just ridiculous! This demon is using us—"

"I know, Draco, I know," Harry said. "Blaise… this all of this is just…"

"I understand Harry, Draco," Blaise said. "You do not have to commit now, or even in the near future. I just… I needed to put my intentions out there. For now, we'll put it away and focus on your training and figuring out just what the hell is going on."

Draco looked unconvinced, still staring at Blaise with an agitated look. Harry took his hand and brought it to his lips gently, "Draco," he said softly, "it wouldn't hurt to have the extra training… it'll help us against Mr. Riddle if he's really plotting against us."

"I guess," Draco sighed, "I just… this all feels rushed, you know, especially since how we were so against him last night!"

"I know but…" Harry lifted his hand to hold the mark towards them, "my mark it feels warm… friendly even. Doesn't yours?"

Draco held his hand too and the two spared at the spirals. "Yeah, "Draco admitted after a minute, "it does Harry."

Blaise smiled at this, "Then we are at an agreement?" he asked. "Of training and protection?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, looking at his boyfriend. "Right Draco?"

"Yes, fine," Draco sighed. "Training and protection… Blaise."

"Thank you," Blaise smiled. "Now… I'll leave you two to your romance. I have to get back to the basement before Harry's uncles find out I've left… but before that." He got off the bed and stepped towards Harry and Draco. He took both their hands with his mark and brought them to his lips, kissing the marks very gently. "I'll do my best to teach you two everything," he whispered, "so be good boys for me, alright?" And with a wink he vanished right in front of them.

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When Harry and Draco went the kitchen a couple hours later, they were surprised to see Blaise sitting at the table with Harry's Uncles. "Hello boys," Blaise smiled. "You just missed a nice talk, it seems your Uncles are way more reasonable in the morning."

"Huh?" Harry said, looking between the three of them confused. Uncle Remus sighed and took a sip of his tea, "We woke up to the demon—Blaise, making breakfast. I've tested it myself, nothing suspicious in it, and, well, we started talking a little. Specifically he talked about his life with the Dark Lord, and it reminded me a little of my life… with my own father."

"You've never talked…"

"For good reason," Uncle Remus sighed. "That man was a monster."

"Fenrir… yes, that is his name… he's a touchy subject Harry," Uncle Sirius said. "The man…"

"He was a violent alcoholic," Uncle Remus said in a strange, monotonic voice. "I… I still can't talk about all he's done, I'm sorry Harry."

"You don't need to apologize to me," Harry said.

"Just know that… when I moved out, I swore that I've never treated my children the way that monster treated me," Uncle Remus said, looking at Harry with a sincere look in his eyes, "and I hope that I've kept that."

"You have! You've been nothing but supporting with me, Uncle Remus!" Harry said. Uncle Remus smiled softly, "Thank you," he said.

"Anyway, it's not like we instantly like the brat or anything," Uncle Sirius said. "We just agree that, for the time being, he'll be tolerated in this household, like a personal demonic servant."

"Which reminds me, Mr. Black," Blaise said, "since I am tied to Harry, I will naturally have to attend this Academy with him. See how humans are messing up the magical art and meet this Mr. Riddle myself. So I will have little time for house chores."

"Nonsense, you'll do them afterwards," Uncle Sirius said. "I hope you like laundry and vacuuming event rooms, the boys like to use that as a sort of play area and hair gets everywhere."

"I…I see," Blaise said, though he shown no distain.

"Anyway Harry, as today is a Sunday, we'll just use it to get used to our new living environment," Uncle Remus said. "Have you finish with your homework?"

"Yes Uncle Remus…" Harry said, a little off put at how normal this all seemed.

"Good, then you can help me in the garden later on," Uncle Remus said.

"And me in the office," Uncle Sirius said. "Just some tidying up with files and whatnot… but before that, boys, I believe we all need to have a proper sit and—"

"So this is where you were hiding, boy."

Harry and Draco turned to see Mr. Malfoy standing in front of them, a scowl on his face as he glared down at his son. "An impromptu night with your play-thing I see… I am very disappointed in you Draco. Now say goodbye to it and let's be on our way."

"Or, you can leave my house now and I might forget the fact that you've came in here uninvited," Uncle Sirius said angrily, standing up to meet Mr. Malfoy.

"Black, stupid as always I see," Mr. Malfoy sighed. "My son has ran away from our home last night and it is my duty as a parent to punish him as I see fit. You would understand this if you had a child of your own instead of a second-hand boy from Potter."

"Excuse me?" Uncle Sirius said, "What did you just call Harry?"

Mr. Malfoy smirked, "Hard of hearing, dog? I wouldn't be surprised considering your… life choices. Now come along Draco." He turned and began to walk away but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Without anyone noticing, Uncle Remus ran up to Mr. Malfoy and grabbed his shoulder. "What do you want, mutt?" he demanded.

Uncle Remus talked with a seething voice, growling almost animalistically, "Besides the fact that we are forced to see each other during coven gatherings, Harry and Draco are in a relationship so we will be forced to deal with each other… because of this, Malfoy, there are some rules I am going to lay out for you."

"Hmm, as if I'd listen to a disgusting low—" Mr. Malfoy's words were cut off as Uncle Remus punched him with his free hand. Harry stared in pure shock, he had never seen his uncle act out like this.

"I've just had a very busy twenty-hour hours Malfoy," Uncle Remus said, "do not test me. Now. You will not barge into my home without permission, you will not insult my family, or any aspect of it, and you will definitely apologize right now to Harry for calling him an 'it.'"

Mr. Malfoy turned around, standing taller than Uncle Remus by a few inches, his cheek bruised but not bloodied. "And if I do not?" he asked.

Uncle Remus whistled in response. The sound of two dogs barking and a fox yipping filled the house as the three familiars seemed to jump into the kitchen from the shadows. Mr. Malfoy eyed them with distain. "I see… your crowd is always so barbaric. Draco, I will be outside. Say your goodbyes to i—Potter, and meet me there." He turned around and walked away. Draco stood awkwardly, shuffling from foot to foot.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Will you be safe?" was Uncle Remus's reply.

Draco nodded. "Yeah… I will be. He doesn't… he's not the kind to…"

"I understand," Uncle Remus nodded. "However…" he placed his hands on Draco's shoulders and smiled softly, speaking in an equally soft tone, "whatever happens, you're welcomed here. The month or so Harry has known you, he has grown so much more open. You might not see it now, but you're a good influence on him, right Sirius?"

"Yeah," Uncle Sirius agreed.

"Thank you," Draco smiled. "I know we've known each other for a short time but… I'm starting to care a lot for you three… especially Harry."

"Well just keep it to hand-holding and kissing," Uncle Sirius said. Draco nodded and Uncle Remus gave his shoulders a squeeze before letting go. The blonde moved to Harry and held his hands.

"I'll see you tomorrow Harry… I'll escort you to classes like normal," Draco said. He and Harry kissed briefly, the kiss itself only lasting a couple seconds before Draco regained his cocky smile. "See you, my dear."

"See you, boyfriend," Harry smiled. They kissed again and Draco left. Blaise stood up and followed him, "I'll walk him out," he said to Uncle Remus and Uncle Sirius.

The demon caught up with Draco at the door and grabbed his hand before the blonde could open it. "Looks like Harry's not the only one I have to protect," Blaise smirked.

"What do you want, demon?" Draco asked, "you're ruining a sincere moment before my father's idea of proper punishment."

"I'm trying to extend the moment Dray, but you're making it a little hard," Blaise said, smirking at a joke Draco did not understand. Blaise lifted Draco's hand he was holding and brought the sleek spirals of spikes to Draco's attention. "Remember, my mark can and will protect you," he said. "I might be bound to Harry, but you're bound to me too. Call me and I'll be there."

Draco stared at the mark before shaking his head, "I'll be fine," he said. "My father will slap me a couple times before grounding me. …I'm used to it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Draco nodded. "Not that bad."

Blaise frowned. "Can't a demon worry about his new boys?" he muttered to himself. Draco pulled his hand from Blaise's grip and walked out the door. The demon sighed and, figuring the moment was done, decided to go back to the kitchen and finish eating.

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Mr. Riddle was a man of the dramatics. For instance, his study screamed of his devotion to the Dark Lord. His fireplace always burned, on the marble mantle were several figures of the Fallen Angel as well as a rather gruesome painting hanging behind them, depicting a man with goat-like head and legs surrounded by fire and corpses burning around him, all bowing in worship as their faces show the most horrifying of agonies. Black curtains were drawn over the windows, a small coffee table in front of the fireplace had a skull with a candle stuck in it, and there were two more on Mr. Riddle's desk. He refused to say where the three skulls were from, however it only took a single look to tell that they were authentic and human. Joining the skull on the table was a platter of fruit that Mr. Riddle had been picking at throughout the day as he worked. Besides the skulls, Mr. Riddle's desk was neatly organized, there were books on the Dark Arts in one corner, a small bookcase next to the desk holding the rest, and a stack of papers in the other that he was currently going through.

The only sound in the room was the scratch of Mr. Riddle's pen and the soft crackling of the fireplace as the man worked on homework assignments and lesson plans. That was, until, a soft wind could be heard in the office. Mr. Riddle looked up to see a figure hidden in a dark robe, their face completely in shadows.

"I figured you would show up," Mr. Riddle said.

"Yes," a female voice said from the robes. "I was wondering what you were planning."

"Many things, woman, you would have to be more specific," Mr. Riddle said, putting his pen down.

"Potter."

"Ahh, young Harry," Mr. Riddle said.

"Yes, the shemale."

"What an offensive term… however I expect that tone from your kind," Mr. Riddle said. "I do not see how my plans for the boy concerns you, woman. After all, I am only doing what our Lord bids me to do…"

"And how do you know Master's will?" the woman asked.

Mr. Riddle chuckled, smirking at the robed figure, he stood slowly and walked around his desk. "Simple, I am Lord Voldemort. Leader of this coven. It is my duty and right to interpret the Dark Lord's words… Now, woman, it is with His authority that I say this, Harry Potter is important to plans both His and mine. He is not to be touched."

The robed woman stared at Mr. Riddle before laughing. "Killing Potter? You believe that I want to kill it?"

"Naturally, just as you've tried to kill Lilith," Mr. Riddle said.

"So, you know who I am then?"

"You are in my domain, my town," Mr. Riddle said. "Of course, I know." He moved again towards the short table in front of the fireplace and started picking at the fruit, swallowing a couple small grapes before picking up an apple. "So, demon," he said, standing fully once more to face the woman, "I would think twice before touching the boy."

"Don't you dare mock me with that name," the woman snarled. Mr. Riddle laughed and took a bite of his apple. "You mortal fool, you do not know my Master's will and you never know. I will do to the boy as I like."

"Of course, and I am sure during that, you will likely meet your demise," Mr. Riddle said, returning to his desk. "Which reminds me," he said, sitting down, "don't you have lessons to write yourself? How can you possible expect to stay employed in my school if you dedicate your life to one student?"

The woman stared at him silently. Mr. Riddle laughed once more, taking another bite of his apple. There was another soft gust of wind, and the woman was gone. Mr. Riddle shook his head as he turned his attention back to his work. "Incompatible woman," he muttered to himself. He looked at the painting of his Lord and said, "You should have thrown her away."

A/N: Plot!? In a gay story! Who would have guessed… well this story is planned to be on the long side. So… Who is the mysterious woman? What are the plots against Harry? Is Blaise telling the truth, or just being a horny bastard? … Tune in next time where we might find out!