Title: The Bridge Between Here and Beyond.

Author: P.L.S.

Rating: Was Mild to Medium Salsa, Now is Medium to Hot with a bit of Tabasco Sauce mixed in the Salsa.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Harry Potter, Teen Titans, or any of the DC Comics canon.

Summery: Harry Potter has been chained body and soul to his master for ten years. For him it has been a journey through a dark tunnel and now someone has opened up the other end and he can see the light. But that is no promise that he's going to get free.

Warnings: Mentions of slash, BDSM, non-con, rape, torture, and general depravity from our favorite sorcerer. I'm boosting up the rating for this and what it could lead to. When I started this, I really had no clue that it would lead to this, but there you go. Slade and his friends are squicking me!

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(Chapter Four- The Vanishing Point)

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Severus had left to go get Alexi from Hogwarts with a note from Draco, just in case anyone dared to raise a fuss about the visit. Draco was adamant that Harry meet the kid who was Draco's heir and Harry's godson, if the man would take the responsibility on. Harry was hesitant to take on such a task, he was still bonded to his master, but Draco only saw what he wanted to when it came to things that he was set on.

Harry had insisted Draco do some real work as he and Peter talked about his other life. Peter informed him in a succinct but very amusing monologue about his friends, his contacts, and his exploits as Nightwing. He was laughing as Peter detailed the list of people he wanted to be allowed to eat, from the tastiest to least appetizing.

The snake also detailed who Harry should he killed straight off, like the Thompson-man who Peter insisted had betrayed him to his enemy who took him far away. Peter was very angry about the betrayal, it seemed that it was almost instinctual to live up to each and every promise and to never give anyone up to a foe, even if it is someone you are fighting with.

Peter even attempted to give Harry his memories to fill in the blanks but his serpent memories were just too incompatible with his mind. It was the difference in senses that really threw the memories off, Harry's mind just couldn't translate vibrations and chemical tastes from the air into visuals that humans tended to use. It was interesting and Harry made note to ask Draco for information on serpentine senses.

It was as Peter was telling him about how fun it was to prank Bruce Wayne a.k.a. Batman when the summon hit. His master wanted him at his side at that instant, no matter what he was doing. Harry tried to fight that pull. Peter helped by adding his magic to Harry's shielding and by pulling Harry to the office where Draco was making a paper clip chain. Draco dropped everything and came to Harry's side.

He's calling. whispered Harry. Draco blanched.

No! I won't let him take you. I just got you back! Draco hugged him close, instinctively putting up an aura of shielding magic. Harry couldn't move, the pull was slowly draining his physical power. He closed his eyes, hoping against all hope that his master wouldn't be able to fight his best friend and his familiar.

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Severus arrived just after Alexi via floo. The blond boy with icy blue eyes was standing in the room with a look of puzzlement at the family clock. Draco's hand was on Fighting for a Lost Cause' and the hand that was Harry's was on In Grave Danger'.

I've seen that hand on the clock for years but it was always either on In Need of Prayer' or said Alexi in bewilderment.

Why aren't you more concerned about your father's hand? asked Severus. Alexi shot him a smirk that was pure Malfoy.

Dad's hand is on Fighting for a Lost Cause' any time he tries to organize his office, or any time he tries to organize anything. Alexi said and Severus had to agree. Draco just was not the kind of person to have a neat desk with everything in marked file folders, but somehow he always managed to be on top of everything.

Alexi walked to the clock and pressed the button to switch the face to the location. Draco's and Harry's hands pointed to Harry's room. Severus gulped, getting an uneasy feeling about them. He took off at a fast clip to the room that had always been called Harry's room. He flung open the door to see Draco casting ward after ward over the pale and still form of the young Harry. Draco looked back, his eyes wild.

Severus. Help me. Draco's eyes were on the verge of tears, His master is calling him, trying to get Harry back. I can't lose him. Not again. Severus nodded and took the other side of the bed and started to cast in tandem with Draco. Peter was at the foot doing whatever magic a basilisk and cosmic serpent did.

Alexi stood in the doorway to the room, watching as his family did their damnedest to save the man on the bed who looked like he was a step away from death. He had heard the desperation in his father's voice, this had to be the mysterious Uncle Harry that he had grown up hearing stories about from his father and small antidotes from his Uncle Severus. This was the man who's familiar (a real live cosmic serpent) had lived with them for five years, the man who was a powerful warlock who poisoned the Dark Lord Voldemort with basilisk venom based poison made by Uncle Severus. And he was the one that his father sometimes had nightmares and dreams about.

Alexi came closer, looking at the man, his Uncle Harry. He was thin and pale, had longer and darker hair than Uncle Severus, and was breathing raspy gasps. Every time he breathed in his eyes opened for just a second, but Alexi saw the emerald green with hints of blue and gold in them. Alexi couldn't help the feeling of longing, he wanted to know the man.

He crawled onto the bed, careful of the long hair and put his Uncle Harry's head in his lap and started to stroke the baby fine hair that curled in tight ringlets around his fingers. He muttered along with his father and Uncle Severus, wanting to aide them in the spells that they wanted to save the pale man who much younger than them.

Uncle Harry, please don't die. Dad would be devastated and so would Uncle Severus. But I think Dad has a crush on you, so you can't leave us until you get to hear him admit it. I think I'd like you as my other father, Dad and Uncle Severus talk about you as if you were my godfather already. You know Dad's never been serious about anyone he's ever dated, but you. I think he'd become a muggle if you asked it. Dad loves you and I think I could love you too.' Alexi thought as loudly as he could at the still man in his lap.

Green eyes opened to his blue, the eyes were full of love, Alexi, I'm sorry. came a whisper, I'd love to stay and be your Papa, but if I stay my master will kill me. soft fingers touched his cheek and Alexi held the hand to his face.

Don't go. Dad needs you. Alexi felt himself crying and a wave of warm and soothing power wash over him. There was a soft pop and a tiny gray kitten was curling up next to him.

I have to leave. Alexi, take care of your Dad, Uncle Sev, and Ivan. Ivan is now your familiar like Peter is mine and Fawkes is Severus's. Peter will help you take care of your Dad, and I know you haven't been forth coming with your gifts. You're a pareselmouth, use it. There is a nest of basilisk at Hogwarts, tell them you are now my heir as well as your father's. They will help you come into your own as the heir of the Slytherin line. Harry was now sitting up and cradling Alexi. Harry put Ivan into Alexi's hands and put Alexi into Draco's arms.

No, no, no, no, no, ... Alexi mumbled as he saw the look of resignation on his Uncle Harry's face. Harry took no notice of this, no motion to shush the babbling.

Harry stood and a shroud of darkness coated him and disappeared leaving what Alexi could only call a muggle vision of Death. From the silver scythe to the total cover of dark clothes, the man he knew was one day going to marry his Dad vanished with one last soft touch to his face.

Alexi couldn't help but sob into his Dad's shoulder who hugged him and cried as well.

The kid had a bad feeling about his Uncle Harry's future.

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He appeared kneeling before his master, praying that the sorcerer would be in too good of a mood to punish him. He knew his prayers fell on deaf ears when his master kicked him away.

I see you finally returned to me, slave. muttered his master in his coldest voice. He could feel the pain starting to build up, slowly. What could have kept you from my side?

Harry refused to look up into the unyielding eyes that would rip him apart to get the answer. He shut his mouth against a spike of pain as the master waited for his answer. The bond with Peter was still strong, his memories of Draco, Severus, and Alexi were vivid and at the front of his mind. He was going to give them away the instant his master demanded an answer. He sent the fear and the desperate plea to Peter, who responded with reassurance that he was placing them under his own powerful version of the Fidelus Charm, no one with the intention to harm them or to harm Harry would get close to them. Alexi was urging Draco to move into Hogwarts with Severus in order to take advantage of the protection that Peter assured Harry and Alexi was there.

His thoughts stopped when his master crouched down, gripped his chin, and forced Harry to meet his eyes. Then came the cruel smile of his master's. The chuckle followed, I see. I had forgotten that the boy was your friend at one point. No problem. The serpent won't survive the week. The boy will fall soon after, then the male witch, then, as he curses ever knowing you, the son of the man I sent you to kill. The master stood and chuckled as he shook his head, If you were a good little servant I wouldn't have to sentence them, like this, but you just keep condemning your loved ones to death. I suggest that if you want that other group of your unremembered friends alive, you listen to your master. Understood? Harry ducked his head and bit his lip.

Yes, master. he muttered.

Good. Follow me. I have something interesting for you to do. his master started to walk down the hallway he had appeared in but stopped, Oops, nearly forgot. he snapped his fingers and Harry felt that bond with Peter snap and break with painful abruptness. Harry bit back his scream of pain but spasms shook his still frail frame. His master's booted foot kicked him again,

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(End Chapter Four- The Vanishing Point)