Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. I do not make any money from this story.
Pairings: Riddick/Harry
Rating: M – swearing lemons on AO3
(ME) chapter 11, we are getting closer now to where I stop for the rewrite and I can't wait for all of you to see what I have planned for these two ^^ on a sad note I have been ill for nearly 2 weeks now so this is late up. Being ill you can't really write so all my other stories are going to be slow going up as well. I thought I would answer some of the questions that have been asked. First ob1292: ok the Goblet from chapter 1 the reason that Harry didn't use it is he forgot about it, its been some months that he has been drinking from humans and with Riddick around he didn't think to use that, but that goblet will be popping up at some point again ^^ 2# the magical community and vampires I am not going to give anything away with them but I do have plans hehe 'Launch a few Feyndfire spells into the hole' his magic isn't working as it should its why he had so much trouble with the one spell he used so he isn't going to use hard-core spells till it's safe for him to do so and see what happens. Wow a lot of you really want Fry to die, I have to laugh cos I like her in the movie but she turned into a right bitch in this lol but don't worry I have plans for miss Fry (evil grin) though a lot of you will want to shot me till we get to that point lol ^^ if you have any more questions I will try and answer them in the next chapter without giving something away of course ^^ a big thanks to my beta Kakanaruiru for editing this. ^^ ok on with the story more changes for you all and I wanted to say thanks for all the lovely reviews they cheered me right up while I was in bed ^^ okay enjoy ^^
(Harry's Thoughts)
~Riddick's thoughts~
"Talking"
Chapter 11
Harry didn't know if he should hit his mate or laugh at him for his words, but he didn't manage to do ether as Fry stormed out of the building with Johns following at her heels. The look on her face made him curious to see what she had planned.
He moved away from Riddick silently, the others in too much shock to notice him moving towards the exit but before leaving the room though he sent a nod over his shoulder to his curious Hunter.
He wouldn't want him wondering where he got off to after all. But he wanted, no needed to know what those two were planning for all of them. These were their lives on the line after all and after everything Fry had done so far, it wasn't a good idea to leave her in charge of their escape plans.
As Harry made his way out the room, the others finally snapped out of the shock they had received.
"I'll see if I can get that Sand-cat out there running. Jack, I will need your help." Shazza said. She wanted Jacks help more to keep him out of trouble, after that coring room scare she didn't think any of the children should be out on their own.
"Ok." Jack nodded nervously, before they made their way out of the room.
"I will see if there is anything we can take, food or water, onto the ship." Imam said before leaving with his children.
Pairs looked around and saw he was alone with Riddick, "I will just…right." He stuttered out before rushing to follow the others.
Riddick held in a laugh at the nervous man, he wouldn't last ten seconds in a slam. Looked around at the now empty room, he wondered where his Vixen had gone off to. There was unfinished business between them that need seeing to, preferably before the eclipse.
~I'll find out sooner or later where my Vixen has run off to. For now, I need to see what Johns had cooking in that drugged up brain of his.~ Riddick thought, shooting one more look the model before moving out of the room.
He knew Johns well enough to know that the man would be getting nervous at the thought of those creatures being on the surface and when he was on edge he was more dangerous and unpredictable. ~Lets go see what Johns wants with the good old Captain.~ Riddick thought as he stood in the doorway. He watched as the others rushed around trying to prepare for the darkness coming. He could also see Johns or Fry but he knew just where those two were heading for some privacy.
With a smirk Riddick left the room and headed toward the skiff.
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Harry was glad no one but his mate noticed him leaving, he didn't want to explain to them where he was going, he needed to know what Fry and Johns were planning now they knew about the eclipse. He hadn't thought much on the eclipse himself yet, he had pushed it to the back of his mind at the moment, though it made fear claw at the back of his mind at the thought of facing those monsters again.
And from how fast Fry left the room, he wasn't the only one afraid. From those dates on the coring samples and how fast Fry was moving her ass, there might not be much time before darkness encased the planet. Could be hours or if they were lucky, days.
Harry didn't rely on Lady Luck to be watching over them in this situation though. They were on their own and the feeling in his gut told him they only had a day at most before they had to get their ass off this planet.
Taking a breath, he slowly changed his form and where he once stood, a black fox again took his place. He called his magic to him and shrunk himself even more so that he was the size of a natural fox and then he cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself.
He thanked Merlin it worked this time instead of cutting out on him. He really had to spend some time down in his library to find out what was up with his magic but right now he had some prey to follow. He moved silently through the shadows of the buildings and made his way closer to the duo.
With how his magic was behaving, he didn't fully trust the charm to hold so, just in case, he kept well out of view of Queen Bitch and Johns as they stormed towards the ship.
Fry had gone into 'Captain mode' and started to bark off what they had to do to the ship to get it ready for lift off before the suns set and Hell's gate opened.
(More like controlling bitch mode.) Harry sniggered in his mind, he started to pay attention to what the bitch was saying, he needed all the information he could get after all.
"So, we're gotta get the power cells, Shit! I've still gotta check the hull, patch the…" Fry said as she stormed towards the Skiff, fear was driving her as her mind raced in what needed to be done. She had seen the wounds on Harry when he had come out of that hole and now those little hatchling things as well.
She didn't want to be around when the eclipse came and smothered the planet. She wanted off the surface before even a hint of it began.
"Wait on the power cells." Johns called out suddenly, cutting her off as he followed behind her.
"Wait for what? Until it's so dark we can't even find our way back" Fry said, disbelief in her tone as she stopped and looked back at Johns.
"You don't know when it's gotta happen, so lets not get over excited here" Johns said calmly, pissed the woman wasn't listening to him, but he let none of that show on his face.
"Just get the fucking cells here Johns. What is the discussion?" she asked wondering what the hell he was on about, she thought he would want to get off this planet as fast as the rest of them.
"Maybe I should tell you the particulars of how Riddick escaped." Johns said. The expression on his face unsettled Harry, it was conniving and he didn't like it one bit.
So, staying in his fox form and making sure the Disillusionment Charm was still working, he followed them into the ship, hiding in the shadows close to the exit, watching to see how Johns was going to mind fuck Fry into doing what he wanted.
Johns began to tell her how his Riddick got out of the slam in what Harry could tell was the ugly version; Harry would just ask Riddick after this was all over for what really happened that day but he didn't really care one way or the other. It just showed him how clever he's mate is and how is resourceful he could be.
"He can pilot!?" Harry snapped back to what they were saying when Fry said that in shock.
"Yeah. He jacked a prison transport. Made a hell of a good run before I tracked his ass down." Johns said to her. There was a smug lilt to it that Harry picked up on, but it went right over the bitch's head. It made Harry wonder how Johns caught Riddick in the first place, something about it all unnerved him. (Have to ask him later.) Harry thought before turning back to the conversation.
"Ok. Ok. Maybe that's a good thing, maybe we can use him to help us navigate or something?" Fry asked, her mind working overtime in what to do with this new information. She was trying to think of a way for Riddick to help them or more likely, to help her get off this planet without dying.
(I get the feeling that Johns wouldn't like that. Not in this lifetime.) Harry thought looking to Johns and seeing the disguised disgusted there. He was right in knowing Johns wouldn't let that happen.
Harry didn't understand why Johns wanted so much control over Riddick. Harry had already worked out that Johns wasn't a cop, not with how he acted and the medicated scent that was always coming off him, but he didn't know what he was, he hadn't heard anything back with Cap Maz and his crew. Whatever his profession, there was no way he was going to let his mate be taken back to a slam by him or anyone.
Sniffing the air inside the skiff, he had to hold in a growl that built up inside of him as he picked up Fry's interest in his mate, the bitch just wanted Riddick for herself. He remembered picking it up back at the crash site when she was interrogating him about Zeke. Now it flared again at the thought of Riddick being near her.
Harry was never going to let her get chance at touching his MATE. He would sooner rip her throat out than let a single finger of hers touch him.
Johns seemed to have also picked up on Fry interest in Riddick and was getting pissed that Fry was trying to justify in letting Riddick pilot beside her. It seems he needed to push her a little more in the direction he wanted her to go for his plan to work.
"He also figured out how to kill the pilot." Johns said, his expression serious. He didn't want Fry being sympathetic towards Riddick, he needed the survivors to fear and if possible hate him and having Fry know that he killed the pilot was a step towards that goal. What he was leaving out was the man had been a merc like him and had tried to kill Riddick at the time. 'But she doesn't have to know that. This girl needs to stop thinking with her cunt and more with her brains. Riddick has no interest in her other than to get them on his side. He would sooner bend that pretty Harry over the closest surface than play with her. Not that I don't want to do that myself.' Johns thought before turning his full attention back to Fry.
(That's right Johns, scare her into following you like a good little dog, then maybe she will leave my mate alone.) Harry thought, his muzzle pulling up into a snarl. (Though from the scent I am picking up she doesn't care. Though I do wonder why I am picking up arousal from Johns, maybe he wants a go at her.) Harry nearly lost what little water in his stomach at the thought. But he couldn't help being curious as to why he was getting lust from Johns for a second there.
Taking another sniff of the air he nearly sneezed at all the scents, he wanted nothing more than to cast an air fresher spell to make it so he could breathe again. He didn't like all these scents clogging up his nose. He could miss something, like the anger that was slowly coming from Fry. (Looks like she doesn't like where Johns is going with this conversation.) Harry thought.
Fry on the other hand was getting pissed that Johns was trying to plan something for Riddick. She didn't see a man as infamous like Riddick being fooled that easily and she wasn't going to end up killed because Johns wanted to double cross him. She wanted Riddick to trust her and help her get off this planet. 'Maybe once off this hellhole, there could be something after all a man like Riddick wouldn't have been with a woman for a while with all that running.' Fry thought with a shiver of pleasure down her spine but that pleasant feeling soon left at the thought of Riddick being pissed at them planning like this behind his back. Getting back to the topic at hand and banishing all lustful thoughts of Riddick she turned back to Johns and let her anger take over her again.
"You told me we could trust him, you said that we had a deal, Johns." Fry shouted angrily at him. She didn't want to be around when Riddick found out what Johns had planned. That thought sent shivers of fear through her. She may want to fuck Riddick but that didn't mean she wanted to be killed for fucking with him. Some of that fear had shown through her tone of voice and both males had picked it up. They could tell she didn't want to acknowledge the fear she also had for Riddick but it was clear as day to hear.
"Now, you may have not noticed, but chains don't work on is guy. The only way you people are truly safe is if he believes he's going free. Say he stops believing…" Johns said watching Fry with his sharp blue eyes.
"You mean if he realizes we're going to fuck him over." Fry said sarcastically, pissed off that Johns was playing around with their safety and messing around with Riddick of all people.
"I want you to just listen to me for a second. If we bring the cells up at the last minute, when the wings are ready and we know where we really are…." Johns muttered to her trying to get her to see it his way.
"He hasn't harmed us, as far as I can tell he hasn't even lied to us. Let's just stick to the deal, Johns." Fry said. She did not want to get on Riddick, bad side, not when they were all going to be in such a small space once they got off this planet.
"He's a killer! When the law says he has to do his bid. There nothing I can do about that. You hear me?" Johns said angrily, he was pissed that she was fighting with him on this.
"You're dancing on razor blades here." Fry whispered seriously.
(How true that is my dear Fry.) Harry thought darkly. (But it isn't just him doing the dancing my dear.)
"I'm not gonna give him a chance to grab another ship. Or slash another pilot's throat. And what do you think he has planned for the young boy out there? Harry has no idea what Riddick will do to him if he ever got him alone. And I'm not going to let that happen." Johns stood and looked down at Fry seriously. "Not on my watch."
Harry knew it was his time to go then. Sneaking out from the hatch he stepped to the side and turned back into his human form. With a stretch, he fell back to lean on the warm metal of the Skiff as he thought on what he'd learned. It seemed Johns was stepping up his game now that they had the darkness coming and the skiff nearly fixed. How he thought he was going to get away with making them all wait for the last minute Harry didn't know. But playing around with those creatures they were dancing with death and someone was going to die before all was said and done.
The only thing he knew for sure was that Fry didn't have to worry about dancing on razors with Riddick and fearing him coming to cut her throat out.
It would be him.
Now normally, he wouldn't what another's death on his hands, but the bitch was free game in his book. First she tries to kill them in the crash, then the bitch tried to get him killed down that fucking hole, nearly making him become lunch, and now she was lusting after his mate. Now that just pissed him right off and both his creature sides want to see her blood splashed across the ground at their feet.
And Harry was going to make sure the Bitch didn't leaving this planet alive.
Letting out a sigh, Harry supressed the anger that was building up inside, threatening to turn his eyes red and making his claw burst out until he could handle her. Feeling a little calmer he turned to the right and pushed of the Skiff. He didn't want Johns knowing he had heard them.
Just as he moved away, he spotted his Riddick sitting on a crate beside the ship with oil on his head and a shiv in hand and knew that he had heard everything between Johns and Fry as he did and from the raised rows he had also seen his transformation.
Smirking at his surprised mate, he sauntered over to him, feeling Riddick's eyes watching his hips behind those goggles as he made his way over.
(If I was moving the other way I know he'd be hunting my ass. Hmm what a lovely thought.) Harry thought pleasantly looking into Riddick goggles thinking of those sliver eyes that were hidden beneath. Taking the shiv from his mate's loose hold, he walked behind him and felt honoured that his mate trusted him to be behind him with a blade. Not many got that privilege. Harry gently moved the blade over Riddick's scalp and shaved away any hair that had been growing, not once feeling nervous about using such a sharp blade so close to his mate's skin. He remembered a time his Papa had taught him how to shave with a blade even though they found out Harry didn't grow any type of hair on his body other than on his head and eyebrows. But it had been a bonding time between them and learning to do it for his Papa when his hands couldn't steadily do it anymore had been some of the most peaceful times between them.
Taking care as he groomed his mate, Harry handed him the blade to scrape off the oil onto a barrel next to them, as he did that he moved forward till his mouth was closed to Riddick's ear he saw his hunter shudder as his breath ghost over it as he began to speak.
"You heard all my love?" Harry whispered. Riddick gave a grunt in answer and handed Harry the clear blade and let him continuing shaving him.
"I also saw, Vixen, fitting name I picked out for you." Riddick rumbled lowly, knowing his mate could hear him. He had been surprised at seeing a three tailed fox sneak out of the skiff and turn into his mate, it wasn't something you saw everyday even with his travelling. But he can see that being useful in getting into places and it explained how he got into the Coring Room through that small hole. He wondered what else his mate had up his sleeve.
"I will explain that later as we are about to have company, but you should know that isn't my normal size." Harry whispered back, he had a lot to explain to his mate, but with everything going on, nether had the time.
Riddick and Harry watched Johns come out and brace himself against the ship, Harry turned back to what he was doing when Johns start to be sick. Not something Harry wanted to watch, he was never good with watching someone being ill, it always made him feel sick as well.
"Bad sign. Shaking like that in this heat." Riddick said as Harry handed him the blade again so Riddick could scrape off the grease on the side of a barrel, before he handed it back.
"I thought I said no shivs." Johns hacked out, trying to hold down what was left in his stomach, watching jealously as Harry gently ran the blade over Riddick's head with gentle care one would give a lover and not a mass murderer.
"This? This is just a personal grooming appliance." Riddick said as he took the blade from Harry again to wipe the old oil grease off once more, loving every minute of jealously and rage on Johns face.
~That's right fucker, he is mine.~ Riddick thought possessively.
Taking it back, Harry watched through his lashes as Johns looked at them nervous, but both could smell the jealousy coming from the man in waves as Harry finished shaving Riddick's head.
But Johns didn't stay to see anymore and as he stumbled away, Harry could smell the medicated scent that normal came from Johns weakening.
"Now what's wrong with him, my hunter?" Harry asked Riddick. He knew something was up with the so called cop but he had never come across a scent like his before so he didn't know what was causing it.
"Needs his next hit, Vixen." Riddick explained. "Morphine. He can't go long without one."
"Shit, so that is why he smells like a hospital." Harry said, finally working it out in his mind.
"Got hooked on it after he came up against me. Went for the sweet spot and missed, left a piece behind." Riddick told his mate. He remembered that night well, he had thought he had ghosted the fucker and hadn't stayed around to see if he had, not long after the bastard was on his tail again and this time Johns was pissed. Now he didn't know if he regretted not ghosting him then or not. Not when it was because of Johns catching him again that led to him meeting Harry.
Harry thought about what Riddick had just told him. Now that he knew that the scent coming from Johns was because of Morphine, he understood why he was so put off from even feeding from Johns. If he so much as took a sip of Johns' toxic blood, he knew he'd be as high as a kite for hours.
Grabbing a rag, Harry cleaned the excess oil from Riddick's head before placing a kiss upon it. Standing, Riddick quickly grabbed his mate and claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss but before Harry could grab onto his mate Riddick was gone just as fast as he came.
Blinking Harry watched dazedly as Riddick walk silently onto the ship just before the door closed behind him, leaving Harry leaning back into the ship panting, his pink tongue darting out to lick up the taste of his mate. Dark and Spicy, just the way he liked it.
Shaking his head, he tried to clear the fog that clouded it from the kiss. Looking at the now closed door Harry used his elf hearing to hear what was being said inside. And what he heard made his blood boil, he didn't need his nose to tell him that the Queen Bitch was turned on by Riddick, he could tell by her voice alone, and his mate wasn't helping matters by using that dark seducing voice of his to make Fry do what he wanted.
Having heard enough, Harry stormed off away from the ship towards one of the abandoned family buildings.
Entering one, Harry was greeted with dust and grim that had built up over the years of neglect, underneath all the dust though it still had a cosy feeling of a home that was once loved. Waving his hand over the room, he was happy to see his magic come forth and the once dusty room was now clean. He could never leave something a mess when he could clear it. An urge he had never been able to get rid of from his younger years though the memories of those times had faded.
Looking around, Harry spotted a door across the room and made his way towards it. Behind it reviled a bedroom that had seen better days. But it could be useful to his needs for the next few hours.
Closing the door softly behind him, he closed his eyes and pictured the room he wanted in his mind and focused his magic into making it happen. Feeling the powerful blood he had gotten from his mate rush though his veins, he called the magic to his hands and waved them across the room, letting the magic that had built up rush out.
Opening his eyes, he saw that nothing had happened and bit back a curse. He was too stressed and angry for his magic to work properly just like in the hole with the Lumos spell. He needed to calm down so his magic could flow through him and over the room, changing it into the design he wanted.
Taking three calming deep breaths, Harry tried again and this time it worked. Brown stained walls became a creamier white, the bed frame and side tables turned into a dark rich wood. The bedspread was a blood red colour and looked to be made from Egyptian cotton. It looked so inviting that Harry was fighting not to fall onto it, he had been awake for so long and so much had already happened that now faced with such a comfy looking bed, it was taking everything he had not to fall into its comfy embrace.
Being covered in sweat, grime and dried blood, he didn't like the through of sleeping as filthy as he was, plus he didn't want to get it on the clean bed. What he needed was to get the grim off. Spotting another door he headed towards it.
He found a nice size bathroom but sadly it was just as bad as the bedroom had been before but after a bit of magic that answered the call of it master again it looked new and clean. But looking new didn't mean it had running water.
(Well there's only way to find out.) Harry thought as he moved over to the shower. He reached for the handle and, sending up a prayer to Lady Luck, turned on the shower.
Nothing happened.
Letting out a disappointed sigh, Harry turned and made his way back towards the door, but before he could take two steps. Lady Luck answered.
Age old pipes groaned and whined behind the wall before the showerhead started to shake under the stress and slowly water began to flow. Not much at first but it became stronger and faster as more water was forced out.
(Thank you Lady Luck.) Harry thought with a smile. He stuck his hand under the luke-warm water. Waving his hand his clothes disappeared and the old bloody bandages were banished, revealing pale unharmed skin. He reached up and pulled the tie from his hair, letting it fall down his back as his mind went to Riddick once more.
(Riddick's blood has healed me faster then anyone in all my time as an immortal.) Harry thought in shock placing a hand on the unmarried skin of his stomach, looking to his shoulder he saw that it had always heal without leaving a mark.
Normally, he would still be healing, especially from a wound that deep, but there wasn't a wound left, not even the ones he got from the coring room.
The anger he had felt before was gone, and suddenly the shower seemed like a plus in getting him to relax as Riddick had done that without even being there.
Harry was falling hard for his hunter.
(Even if he does piss me off with flirting with The Queen Bitch.) Harry thought. (But I'll get him back for that later.)
Smiling, he stepped into the fast flowing cooling water. He was delighted as the cool water washed over him, taking away not only the dirt and grim of the day but the heat as well. Not even a cooling charm would have worked this well, he had only to get stressed and it would of faded with how strangely his magic was acting. He had been lucky so far in getting it to work when he needed it most. Even being part vampire didn't keep his body cool like full ones, which had its pros and cons on most days.
Cleaning himself the best he could with a soap charm and water, Harry felt as normal as he ever could get as grime and dirt washed away. Bracing his arms against the wall he let his eyes close as water rained upon his head and over his body, relaxing tenses muscles that had been tense since what had happened in the Coring Room.
His smile turning into a sigh of pleasure, Harry licked the water droplets on his deep red lips he thought of Riddick and how he came to protect him and then made sure Harry was not harmed when he had gone after Ali.
Flinching suddenly, Harry placed his hand over his stomach. The need to feed was strong once more even if he had not fed that long ago from Riddick, but being attacked twice in such a short span of time would make anyone's energy fade fast and the lower his energy the closer he comes to going into a blood rage, just like that night so long ago when his life changed for the better and for the worst.
The night Voldemort and his Death Eaters invaded his home.
The night he lost his dad, Remus.
His Papa, Severus's heart broke that night. Seeing the dead body of his husband had nearly ended it for him, but he stayed strong for Harry and Draco both because his sons needed him and he had known it would have been what his late love would have wanted.
Harry missed Severus, his Papa and the rest of his family and friends he had made in the years before his rest. He knew that he would always feel each and every loss.
Having found Riddick had dulled the ache in his heart and was slowly filling it but there would always be a hole where his family had resided. He still remembered the last moments he had with his Papa all those years ago.
(Flashback)
"Papa, please. Don't leave me." Harry sobbed, clinging to the withered hand, blood red tears falling from his emerald eyes.
"Harry, my son, it is time for me to go." His Papa wheezed.
Harry couldn't or wouldn't accept that his Papa was lying on his bed with Death himself coming to claim him.
"Don't leave me alone Papa, please! I can't do this on my own. I don't want to be alone." Harry begged, holding on tightly to those long fingers, hoping against hope that he could keep death away.
"I'm not leaving you my son, I will always be here in your heart." Severus placed his weak hand over his heart. "And you can do it my brat, I have taught you all of my knowledge. You are now a master in all the arts and I am happy to have witnessed your achievements. The only wish I have is to know what happened to your brother." Severus wheezed out.
"I will not rest until I find out Papa." Harry promised tearfully.
"Do not let it consume your life my son, one day you will know but until then I want you to enjoy your freedom. It is now up to you to enjoy life and do not forget, somewhere out there is you're mate and he will look after you better than I can now." Severus said smiling at his son. He was sad to leave him but he was more of a burden now and he wanted to see his love so bad that it hurt, he knew his son would be okay on his own until his found his mate. He could feel it in his gut.
Harry looked into those onyx eyes that had not faded with time and knew it was time. Even now is Papa's heart was slowing and there was nothing he could do to stop the grim from coming.
"I'm so tired Harry and I wish to sleep." Severus said, his eyelids growing heavy.
"I love you my son." Severus said softly.
"I...I love you too Papa, now and always." Harry sobbed, placing a final kiss on his Papa's head. Severus smiled and kissed his son on the forehead before closing his eyes.
"Be good brat." Severus whispered before falling asleep.
"I will Papa." Harry whispered back. He kneeled beside the bed and held onto his Papa's hand as he listened to the man's once strong heart struggle to beat in its once normal rhythm.
Harry heard the beating starting slow.
Thump…. Thump Thump.
Thump…. Thump Thump
Thump… Thump
Thump….
…
A piecing howl of sorrow and rage rang throughout the manor. The house elves bowed their heads to the passing of a great man.
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Harry didn't know it but those same blood red tears were flowing down his face again at the painful memory, turning pink as the water washed them away. Before he knew what was happening, he felled to his knees as sobs overcame his small frame.
He didn't know how long he sat there, staining the water with his tears and filling the room with his soulful cries as more memories of events that brought him pain flashed over his mind. His dad's death, losing his brother, his friends abandoning him. More and more appeared and each and every one was like a dagger through his heart.
Harry was so deep in his memories of the past that he didn't notice the bathroom door open.
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(ME) Well ended on a bit of a sad note here, I didn't want to change this too much as it showed what happened to Severus though it broke my heart going over it again. I hate killing someone I like off but well we all knew he had passed from Harry being alone but it's still sad to write it. But it gets better in the next chapter you guys have got your wish of some yumminess between Riddick and Harry ^^ till next time please review and maybe I will hurry up with the hotness of these two ^^